In My Hands

You must have been eluding a predator,
Losing sight of our house.

Did you realize that it was too late
To change course?
Did you not have time
To brace for impact?

I watched your last breaths,
As you gave in to the inevitable.

Did you have a nest somewhere
With others counting on you?
Were you leading your enemy from them
To keep your family safe?

I took hold of you
As your soul took flight.

What did I know about
Your beautiful build?
How could you carry such colors
In the harsh realities of living wild?

You were still warm,
Bending in my hands without any resistance.

Should I have buried you
In the tall grasses behind our house?
Why did I keep hearing
“Let the coyotes eat?”

I gently placed you at the edge of the woods,
Thinking nature would know better what to do.

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