ten feet from our driveway – a bloodbath!
scraps of fur, one tiny claw left
suspect: our resident hawk
victim: baby squirrel?
bittersweet feelings:
we cheer for one,
mourn the wee
furry
catch
***
ask
ourselves:
did it fall
to its death from
the towering pines?
fly talon-pierced away?
little one taken too young
plucked from the warmth of its mother
nourishment for our majestic hawk
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