it stares at me, hanging there
with empty eyes devoid of feeling
amid the snow, and frigged air
a final breath leaves its chest
it heaves and seems to reach out
calling for me, for any help
hanging there in crimson fields
with delicate snow resting on its rope
its neck snaps it rests at last
the rope breaks it drops at my feet
some take this as a sign
something horrifying
something revealing humanities cruel truth
something as a sign of eternal suffering
I take it as a gift