dora found a rabbit
near the tip fresh
with rigor mortis
carried it proud
as if she had killed it herself
like a doll around the car park.

besotted with her prize she
ignored a cat (even when it ran)
ignored toby, and good sniffs.
Dropped it only
when it seemed we were leaving without her.
toby bundled the small, fury body into the boot in a black bin bag.

later, with secateurs,
i raggedly lopped off ears and feet
and froze them for treat time.
such a good girl.