the smell
of decomposing flesh
flies in the face
the first on the scene
nothing much remains really
to clean
or glean

just another backyard food animal
mostly eaten
barely seen

still
but not yet stiff
it’s an ugly job
but somebody’s gotta do it

bunny debris no doubt
scattered tufts of fur
flung this way
and that
poor thing

fresh entrails
tell the gruesome story
these hard and cold truths
this endless allegory

some neighborhood dog
certainly has had his day
perhaps more than one

and the rest
a fluff-piece at best
sadly silly
slightly sticky
with a dash of the grotesque

that one lone little rabbit leg
did not at all pass
this existential test

poor thing
never had a chance
poor thing

Peace/Love
(and cute little bunnies)

m(-_-)m