Raccoon dead on the side of the road
Black crows fill the sky
Haven't eaten in a day or two
This meat is pretty dry

Here I lay on ice and grit..
The cold wind burns my mind..
******* cabin fever fit..
Depletes my stock of wine.....

Share my blanket with scratching mice.
Who scratch straight down my spine
On this northern walk about
Of a wasted Tundra mind...