Road Kill Poem by soren Barrett
Road Kill
A small heap of tattered stiff fur lays on the side of the road
Scraps of a dried hide stretched over a tangle of broken bones does erode
Flies long departed, only holes where maggots have been
Even the smell has left the vacant corpse and now empty skin
In a headlight a candle extinguished once a spark now free of strife
Just cold tattered fur where once resided a warm life
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