Of Fur and Bone

Of fur and bone and feathers blow Along the road many travelers go And who would think of food and life Where others die and struggle with strife The road laid out so far and wide Scattered bones and feathers and torn hide Scraps of food thrown out litter By passersby no regard and bitter But creatures drawn by hunger seek A scrap of food however small or meek And in their savage hunger eyes don't see The threats of death so close they be The buzzards fly from high carnage lies low A smear of blood a torn hide death by auto Quick uncaring no regard for the lost soul God Bless this world and make it whole Of fur and bone and feathers blow Along the road many travelers go And who would think of food and life Where others die and struggle with strife.