Hard Bun

By | 1 August 2015

Soft fur on the hard top
Blood bone fur heart ears
run together
run over
run through
by crows’ peaks
breakfast bun
turned over
As I drive by dodging crows
four wings flop a few feet away
one’s stomach speaking strongly
can’t let go
frantically pulling something stringy
in the soft light a hard beak.

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