Bone Yard

While reading news about how far we’ve sunk,
I heard a thud of something hit the deck.
I looked to find the reason for the clunk,
and there was evidence of body wreck
that dropped from high. It wasn’t any skunk.
A squirrel or raccoon had made me check,
or maybe it was from some ‘possum tricks.
I placed the hunk of bone upon the bricks.

(Ottava Rima)

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