Returning late at dusk I heard her cry, In pain she stood and long awaited me. I saw the damaged leg, the clouded eye And listened to her murmur plaintively.
Trustingly she comes and does not fly As I approach bearing her daily food, I sit near her and in my grief I sigh Alone with her in evening's solitude.
This morning limping she has come again And carefully I offer her the tray, I cannot gauge the measure of her pain Or know if she will somehow last the day.
The males arrive and seeing her distress Crush her in their frantic haste to mate, She bears in silence their aggressiveness For in the genes the need to procreate
Is strong as the desire to survive. And so this life through pain must still prevail. Knowing that greatest bliss is to live We bear with death and bear our long travail.
Poems Undated (1727)
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