Roadkill Cherita

black crow, cackles,

buzzards prowl, circling
predators in black on blue

cars swerve around roadkill,
a heap of fur, unrecognizable,
its death vapors rising

~kat~

I swerved ’round a dead skunk on the road this morning on my way to work, slightly smashed from tire treads, a fluff of black, red and white. The sky natives were restless. And so, another Cherita documenting life on the edge of drear.

 


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