Carcass

It’s there. On the frozen shore

of Big Gut. In the dead grass

 

above the ice-coated tangle

of driftwood and rock.

 

Nothing, really. Emptiness.

An eagle. Feathers and bones.

 

 

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One thought on “Carcass

  1. You always remind me of my trip to Canada – one one occasion walking through a wood to the shore and having the root that bears out of hibernation eat pointed out to me. Unfortunately I didn`t see a single bear though!

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