A thudding whack
Flash of fur

I look back,
See a bobcat
Rolling like a bowling pin
Down the roadside.

We keep driving,
Then turn back.

It’s lying there,
Unfairly dead.

We park.

It moves – snaps to its feet,
Slips – hind legs collapsing
Before a second is through.

It resiliently runs
Toward the woods.

We drive again.

One mistake.
That’s all he made.
One mistake.
But he’s not out yet.