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

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

I live near country lanes, it happens often and when it does it saddens me. The wild life was there first, we should respect that. Sadly not many seem to think as I do. Two days ago a deer died by the roadside, it upset my day. Poignant piece Soren.

[Soren]

Thank you so much Chris for the read and comment it is deeply valued my friend