Dead things

There are lots of dead things around the Slough. Winter doesn’t help. Too many days spent looking at their little bodies and wishing things could have been different… And then sometimes even the corpse is stolen by a hungry scavenger. Some are taken before they are quite dead, when a bit of warmth might have saved them.

At least I’m not a winter-ravaged carrion-eater stalking the bleak edges of the Slough.

Black feathers in the snow.