JB (1942 / Kingston Ontario)

Dead Things

What’s he doing at the side of the road?
He’s sleeping In his matted tatted fur,
Weathered leather and crushed bone.
Sleep on squashed squirrel

Tail waving like a pennant at the passing cars.

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