Poem: Endings
By: Robert A. Davies
I lay among the trees.
It was a soft fall
but I just stayed there
listening to the river,
gazing at pieces of sky.
I had once found a deer nearby
its head and neck gone.
Each time I visited
less was left of it.
I must have fallen asleep,
then was vaguely aware of
big followed by less big predators
tearing biting nibbling .
A crow took an eye.
Wonderful poem.