Pigeoned out

It seemed asleep
on the cold
snow rutted
Eyes closed.

I stopped and came back
for it.

Tried to pick it up
by a feather
but it came away

I grasped it
with my glove
feathers warm
but it was stuck
yanked it off
it had been struck

likely a car
on this road
not long before

blood congealing
some frozen to the rut

Made my deposit
into a snow bank
a better funeral
staying to be
tired and feathered
by the next

stuck in the
same rut.



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