First the catheter, slimmest filament,
slid in by expert hands
The next needle delivers
a pillowy somnolence
your russet-furred rabbit face falling
gently into my cradling palm
Then the final dose,
doctor calculated for your now boney, bunny frame
all that is left of your once explosive
haunches and exclamation-point ears
The wait–
Watching the breathing
the breath
the
…breath
the……
Steel disk pressed to your chest,
–the doctor listens long
and hard, making sure there is not
just one more beat
of your once racing
heart
before she lifts her eyes to mine,
and nods.
3 thoughts on “Three Needles”
Thank you for putting the experience so many have shared into such poetic words. I wish people could slip so peacefully away, while held in caring arms.
This takes my breath away. So well written and moving.
That was powerful, be it rabbit or human