My Doberman killed a rabbit.
From inside the house I heard
From inside the house I heard
the
high-pitched squealing of it,
like
a piglet or a baby crying.
When
I went out to see he dropped it,
shamefaced,
at my feet—
bloody,
torn, broken,
formless
as a hobo’s shoe.
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