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.
like mercury colliding... 
February 8th, 2018 at 11:36 am
love the offbeat topic. Striking
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February 8th, 2018 at 11:40 am
Thanks Mark. Real life generally tends to be offbeat. 😊
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February 8th, 2018 at 11:50 am
So true.
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February 8th, 2018 at 11:52 am
This immediately took me back to the Florida Panhandle and a real restaurant called The Roadkill Cafe! It was never open when I would drive by… probably a good thing 🤪
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February 8th, 2018 at 1:59 pm
😜 I’m not sure I would enjoy such a place. Yes… good thing! 😊
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February 8th, 2018 at 5:17 pm
🤣
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February 8th, 2018 at 11:53 am
Reblogged this on Pastor Michael Moore's Blog and commented:
Offbeat and Quirky… just like the literal Roadkill Cafe that was never open when I would drive by!
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February 8th, 2018 at 5:28 pm
Such G Gruesome Beauty.. 😎🥀🥀🥀🥀
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February 8th, 2018 at 5:36 pm
Indeed!
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February 8th, 2018 at 7:48 pm
Great one!
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February 8th, 2018 at 7:56 pm
Thank you. 😊
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February 9th, 2018 at 11:00 am
The death vapors of a skunk, the worst!
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February 9th, 2018 at 11:01 am
yep…and woe to anyone who does not swerve around it! 🙂
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