Dead Winter
Ribcage like an open book
The meat and muscle carried away in vultures beaks
Dead possum
My dog steathily creeps towards it
Full of curosity but curosity killed the cat or I guess the possum as it curiously meet the blinding light of a headlight
Dead possum
Winter is coming
Dead possum
Winter is here
Dead possum
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