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I went hunting with my dad once Around August or September I was younger but old enough to remember Windhowls of the deep forests Sounded like owls everywhere Straying from our camper - I didn't dare It didn't take long    It was almost too soon Anticlimactic & too simple to be true Just planted ontop of the weeds Just a few feet into the brush Lay a pile of stuff Disshevled and unkempt Motionless and covered in burrs Save for the sleight of a gust to weave thru its fur The bones weren't white or polished The cartoons had misled It sat there in pieces & browning, instead Skeletal, like random things tossed together A velcro roadkill tumbleweed Dried out and unable to bleed. My dad told me it was a coyote    I thought, There's no way that was a coyote - a coyote? It's just a pile of stuff
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Nov 5, 2012
Nov 5, 2012 at 1:16 PM UTC
Aglaia
I went hunting with my dad once Around August or September I was younger but old enough to remember Windhowls of the deep forests Sounded like owls everywhere Straying from our camper - I didn't dare It didn't take long    It was almost too soon Anticlimactic & too simple to be true Just planted ontop of the weeds Just a few feet into the brush Lay a pile of stuff Disshevled and unkempt Motionless and covered in burrs Save for the sleight of a gust to weave thru its fur The bones weren't white or polished The cartoons had misled It sat there in pieces & browning, instead Skeletal, like random things tossed together A velcro roadkill tumbleweed Dried out and unable to bleed. My dad told me it was a coyote    I thought, There's no way that was a coyote - a coyote? It's just a pile of stuff
#love#depression#life#death#dead#childhood#verse#hunting#decay
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Nov 5, 2012
Nov 5, 2012 at 1:16 PM UTC
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