He had spent most of his life leaning back
watching with detached amusement
the passionate fumblings of others.
His contentment, once solid and self supporting
began with time to shift
the outer surface to crumble.
He began to doubt
and never having flirted with doubt before
found himself seduced and shattered
what was once a delicious form of wry self criticism
came to be a ravenous devouring black cloak
shrouding his every thought.
It was in this state that he began to investigate
the possibilities of artificially inseminating
wood grouse.
His hands, a lifetime idle, evolved
through blisters to callous mats
between his fingers.
He built cages and stocked them full of
fertile wood grouse.
His income he secured by conspiracy
He would be paid by host hunters
To lie concealed in their path
clutching his trembling offspring
flinging them to their short term freedom up
up from the grass where they would flutter
in the time it took the nearby hunters
to train there guns
and send them tattered from the sky.
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