One part of me knew the right thing to do was to quickly snuff out what little life it had within it and end its misery.
But the other part of me knew the right thing to do was care tenderly for it until it either healed, or nature ran its course.
As I stroked its tiny frail body, it became clear to me that neither right thing was the right thing to do.
I cupped my other hand over top of it, keeping it from the elements.
No good deed…