Another sad episode of bullying, but this one ended tragically.
Grouper fish |
Grouper
In a stately home next-door to Mr. Cooper,
the Donovans hole up behind white oaks,
a high box hedge and windows louver-shuttered.
They had a son the bully boys tagged “Grouper”,
the butt of snickering and nasty jokes,
who cracked his knuckles, bit his lips, and stuttered.
An altar boy and would-be Eagle Scout,
he had a thing for knots. He seemed devout.
Though at the time too young to comprehend
the incidental whisper of a word
by busybody
neighbors, in the end
we disentangled what we’d overheard.
His note thanked Kitty—Grouper’s only friend—
to whom he left his taws and Mynah bird.
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