A mother out in a cold snap
stumbled on an odd little note
half buried in the snow near her boot.
It seemed a bloody torn cloth
but opened to a small half wing.
She almost, in shock, let it slip her grasp.
Yet, it rang a tender bell,
for it felt like her baby’s pink palm,
even though, the cat was sitting near.
The cat ran with it as she
dropped it gently back down.