animal food

i couldn't kill a cow.
or a chicken.
or any animal
unless it was attacking me
and i had
to defend myself.
the thought of trapping
a rabbit and making
stew with small
potatoes
seems crazy, unless of course
i was starving
and just
got off the mayflower
in my pilgrim
outfit
and musket.
famished
after months at sea
without a shower
or a hot meal.
i feel bad enough as it
is pulling
a fish out of the river.
how that hook
must hurt.