Blood Sports
she smells the body of her mate
the small hole in its pelt
is a dark halo of blood
she opens her mouth wide
and shivers
invisible death is here
and everywhere
the boy who shot the squirrel
walks on reloading his gun
he has yet to figure out
that you never hear the bullet
that rips through you
and bullets are everywhere
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2025
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