i don't know how to write about this, how i feel, but i wonder. there is so much about life and death to come to terms with, peace with. everyday we bring home our catch like cats do. i hear the crunch of bone behind me and think of stripping the flesh from a chicken bone at supper, me in the kitchen taking apart a turkey, separating the white from the dark, the light gone black, serving dinners to customers in the busy restaurant. holding the bird in my hand as it took its last breath, unwrapping a frozen turkey to be placed in the oven overnight, is it not the same!
