of the path, deep into the woods,
where
i prefer to walk,
muddy
and rough, trees
having fallen
along
the way, i see a white
stone
like skull
lying
against the moss.
a perfectly
cleaned head of some
small animal.
whether raccoon or
fox,
i don't have a clue.
i stop for a moment to
study
the whiteness of it,
the pristine
bone,
the empty shell of what
life was.
then i move on.
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