glimpse of a road-kill

 

It looked like a puppet,
tossed down, oddly crumpled,
four legs splaying next to its head;

a toy, valued lightly,
all ready for show-time
still decked in its necklace of red.

 

(© 1996-2008 Maria L. Grist)

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