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
Jedediah Smith 
Interesting! Now the vultures will have to seek off-roadkill.
I am tempted to ask what inspired you to write about roadkill. Very interesting.
Driving by and seeing exactly what I described.
Ahh, that explains a lot.
I hadn’t thought of the traffic being much less on the freeway given the quarantine.
It’s gone from bumper to bumper to scattered even at rush hour.
Even the vultures are going hungry. Interesting read. I like different.
I saw where you were going and loved the ride. Well, it’s a grim ride, but well written, point well made. Funny what we notice these days.
Okay, shameless plug- I have a book of poetry that is all chickens crossing the road and roadkill. You see the darndest things when biking or driving the highways. You have a good eye.
(Chicken Shift)
wow, that’s an amazing motif for a whole book!
It’s a thin book. About as thick as a SUV sail-squirrel.
Hah!
What an interesting topic for a sonnet… roadkill… at least the rodents are happy for us not being out driving.
Very true