depression, then death

[greensinger]

I can't write much, it's still too fresh: Two headless birds, the last just missing. Raccoon. Dug under the fence, a hole smaller than a chick would have needed to get out. This after a week of trying not to kill myself. No choice at all but to go to work.

Will I try again?

The one ripped apart, entrails on the ground, hard-taloned toes limp.