and like last night the lighting
is mixed and the animals hang helpless
in owl grasp, that last bit
of alive - flown away, 3am shrieking.
we wonder about what’s to become
of our pets, and make decisions
about it. folks who have farms and ranches
wonder about all their animals – it's rough,
I hear. oh posh - eventually
there's only one of us left.
i imagined shooting my cat
after that. merely a flash.