yesterday our idyllic poolside afternoon was
suddenly silenced by a high pitched death squeal.
in the frenzied shuffle that followed all was chaos
i looked up to see the poodle poised (post-pounce)
above a small, struggling creature spasming in the grass
a baby bunny -no blood- was it shock?
i was chosen to investigate the crime scene
still squeezed into a purple pool toy
as if its absurdity would shield us both
from death which had already sounded its call
