I Take Up Running After You Are Gone by Ellen Bihler

I Take Up Running After You Are Goneby Ellen Bihler SundayWhether by instinct gone awry, suburban sprawl, natural selection,or plain stupidity –in a roadside ditch a doe’s body stiffens.Flying low and at the northernmost edgeof its summer territory, the American Black Vulture picks up the scent of ethyl gas. MondayFur pulled away, red breast meat […]

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