To Give Thanks
(In Which the Reality is Fantasy and the Fantasy is Real)
by Patti Rogers
"But you don't understand," said the man with the gun
to the little bird with the velvety buff plumage.
"I will save you from starvation. I will ask for a clean kill
and give thanks to the universe
for the opportunity to shed your blood."
"Thank you, Sir," she said.
"But all the same, I think I would prefer to live."