Expired
A few bones and the pelt are left,
buzzards took the rest.
No doubt, the stray
must have been weakened
by sickness.
The grass is very green around the remains,
a light dew refreshes vigorous blades,
the morning gleams.
If it had been summer
bugs would have swarmed the carcass already,
but on a fine day in November
the dead stand out,
clearly noticeable, impressed distinctly,
upon the land
by bright blue skies.
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