Something is dead in the hedgerow
there is a sharp sweet pungent smell
so much bigger than the tiny corpse that birthed it
a little dormouse whose soft nose
once twitched in sleep
is now laid out, opened out
a feast for the myriad creatures of decay
Copyright © 2021 Kim Whysall-Hammond
Nicely endearing
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Thanks Derrick
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Gross. Delicious. Thanks.
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