Bobcat looks back
Her tendons steam
Eyes question compulsion to pounce
To plunder
A pup, his remains, curl in grass
Not cut
I look back
Moon rises as empty cup
Soul, what’s left of it, questions
My impulse to inflict pain
Fingernails curl into palm
Why did he forgive
Talon
January 1, 2024

Photo by Eddie Black on Unsplash
January 2024
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