You could hear the scream

through the bathroom window,

a miserable obbligato.

The dogs wagged their tails–

springing back and forth on a

rutted path of

raw joy,

beside themselves with the angled neck

and the jagged hole in the side,

the breath leaking out.

The squirrel rolled its eyes

and looked at us

while we held it

warm and kind-of light

in our hands.