An Image Also Has Words

A squirrel lie unfurled,
from end-to-end curled,

near a corner,
on the sidewalk,
by the street.

My dog stops to smell,
but she cannot tell

what chance there
befell her,
she greets.

A small gray squirrel
now gone to the world,

in soul,
but body
still keeps.

One trick was plenty,
the last one, too many –

The last one
too often

The dog, she can tell
that something’s not well,

with the featureless
she meets.

Death is by nature
not the best teacher,

but for those
left alive
in the world:

A lesson
now lost
on the squirrel.

From that moment on
all will be gone,

but the image
of dog and dead squirrel.
©2014, Marvin Welborn
13 August 2014. Revised 31 Mar 15.

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