Crow pecks protein from the asphalt smear:
woodchuck, muskrat, porcupine. The cousins
come, strut, bicker over the impromptu
feast. Tire marks carry the stain
over the center line: bone shards, red fur
shreds of flesh up, up the food chain.
Such sated caws, such croaks of sorrow.
A mile down the median a deer
that chanced-unforeseen by Darwin—
the metal barrier between nature
and the internal combustion engine
lies on its side, burst open. The second
cousins arrive from hayfield, hedgerow.
Such sated caws, such croaks of sorrow.
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