Far too many
dead animals
have come across
my path this
summer.
Every step is
taken with caution
eyes scanning,
rocks blurring
squirrel pigeon
fox soufflé.
Charred ends
of logs look
like burnt
possum heads &
flattened
fisher cats
look like
burlap sacks.
While tip-
toeing over
bridge what
looked like
skeletal remains
of ancient
flying turkey
bent over in
distress, was
only birch bark
bent and braying.
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