by Rich Rurshell
On the fourth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me, four colly birds…
If true, then Mother Nature is my true love. I won’t argue with that. I always loved nature.
I’m not sure why I stayed here. Leaving doesn’t seem appropriate.
Not while I’m like this.
These carrion crows are the only living things to have paid me any attention. If I can still call this me. A lifeless corpse staring into the winter sky from this ditch.
Just days ago, I was eating turkey. Now the birds feast on me. Nature’s way of redressing the balance.