A Piece of Flesh

Again she shows up, like the other days. Her moans could send a shiver to your every hair on your hand; they bristled as she restlessly moved from one side of the yard to another, groaning, searching.
It has been for two days that she had turned up at exactly the same time; after dusk and lunchtime.
She has lost something invaluable in our yard, something irreplaceable though valueless to me and you, even some may call that a source of diseases. But to her it is dear and worth tormenting herself; even if I say that thing was lifeless and unable to walk properly as if it was a piece of flesh.
You daren’t look into her eyes and approach her. To and fro, she tries her most and calls the one she has lost.
“Now it must be somewhere getting rotten or being eaten by some animal,” I thought furtively glancing at her.
Anyway, she is here and again miaowing.
And I am ashamed as a human, so put the headphones on and Blush.