Sense Sonnet - Chiller

Hunting

My child was in the dining room,
The screen door shut to the back yard.
Then Rose was gone. I felt a doom
Ball up inside me, cold and hard.
There was a torn hole in the screen.
We searched for Rose to no avail.
The police deemed it a crime scene,
And searched for clues that they could trail.
Tests were done on some blood and hair,
Both human and animal trace.
Rose and something else had been there.
The conclusion was hard to face.

I can't believe that in L.A.
A coyote took Rose away.