the cat's face, foot, random patches
blotched with glue-trap glue, the bird —
small, brown — spreadeagled, fatally
I fear, stuck, though I release first wing
then both feet, set it free — frantic
though weak flutter, so many feathers
stay in the trap, Beatrice chases the bird
round & round the patio, I chase both
for nothing — wild bird, programmed cat
the bird finds a safe space, there
I fear, to die, while blackened fur
will grow out, fall out, or I”ll trim it
glue trap set high on a beam for mice
snares a wren instead, beaked face
white lines run along the eyes
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