Would you stop to give yourself that much time to think?

Or would you, without hesitation, decide,

That you had to help rather than try to hide?

With its face telling you it had cried out in pain,

Would you want to do something, make things right again?

Would you crouch down to whisper that you truly cared,

And that was the reason you were the one there.

With its eyes showing you that the car was a shock,

Would you make sure that upon that stare you did lock

Your own sight so that you could never forget

The moment its body and your heart had met.

With its feet up to protect itself in some way,

Would you vow that beside it you were here to stay?

Would you call on a stranger, for a bag would you ask?

Would they give you one and not their own sadness mask?

With its tail seeming still full of life and of beauty,

Would you reassure it that you would do your duty?

Would you scoop it up carefully, sob as you did,

As its light little form you did a goodbye bid.

Would you go back with your car, place it gently in boot,

Then drive without knowing destination or route?

Would you find some spot with wondrous views all around,

And bury it carefully down in the ground?

Would you wish it much peace, pray to heaven it goes,

Then drive back along the same quiet country road?

Would you take a small piece of its heart home with yours,

And be thankful you had found it forever more.