Does love of thrift cut funds for Animal
Control? The roadkill hoard along Marsh Road –
the freeway feeder route with heavy traffic
in constant roar – is left to molder green
in gutters, spread its splatter south with each
new set of treads, or to accrue the interest
of smaller scavengers, who soon will join
the dead when caught beneath the endless tires.
Until today, the road deserted, by
the virus-wary sheltered in their homes,
to vultures, red heads dipping into black
blood of five day dead and rotten possum.
Thus Nature budgets loss to no one but
it then will render profit to one more.
Posted for dVerse ~ Poets Pub’s OpenLinkNight #262 Thursday 19 Mar 2020
Posted by Grace