Dead Skunk
It was alive in an earlier episode,
but it now lies dead in the road.
Nocturnal in habit,
the creature is not a rabbit,
nor is it a raccoon or a toad.
The carcass gives off a putrid smell.
Nobody can deny it stinks like hell.
When it tried to get across,
its effort was a loss.
No longer does that dead skunk dwell.
Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2018
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