a cub-sized lump
slumps against
dark asphalt
magenta slit
in blue-black fur—
a goner
six crows make
a hexagonal shape
around him
obsidian feathers
like priestly garb
at this fresh altar
birches release
yellow leaves
glitter from a silver sky
falls on land old as myth
blesses the greedy
with death’s largesse
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Peggy, I love the bite-sized stanzas, each painting pictures in the mind. Bravo!