The Fight

The Fight

On my way to course tonight I witnessed the most disturbing sight.

A fight: a full fledged knock down, three on one, hardly fair, fight.

The victim laid flat on his back, appendages flailing, head butting, biting.

Survival instincts had clearly kicked in.

What crimes had this poor creature committed to deserve such a beating?

Surely it must have been grave!

The attackers- all in black- continue to pummel the victim.

A more vicious beating I have never witnessed.

I wanted to stop my car, to interfere, to help; but, being a coward, I drove on.

I feared for my safety – gutless.

When I leave class I search the sidewalk where the beating occurred.

 I am certain that the victim did not survive.

I search for the lifeless corpse and just up the sidewalk, I find it.

The crow lies dead. Beaten to its death by his peers, his own kind.

I’m left to mourn the brutality of its passing.

I’m also left to wonder...

As humans, do we mimic nature?

Or does nature mimic us?