Monday, August 13, 2012

A scrap of life

Poor, dead baby, its cloven hoof not as big as my thumb,
it's polkadot suit torn at the hip, fragile tan bone showing.
It lies in the ditch where feeding goes forward
after death from injury, accidental. Did the driver think 
the little one limped off to be healed 
by nursing, by the kind Mother Earth?

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