the hawk’s claw opened
to the earth fell the kitten.
picked her up and carried her ,
placing her gently before
the human picked up the kitten,
(half way between earth and sky,)
she lay limp cradled in human hands.
puncture wounds from sharp claws –
no more purrs.
oh! small feral being,
i too am falling –
why do i mourn your loss of breath more than the hawks loss of breakfast?
and the dog still wants to play.