Last breath


      crunch, crunch 

through a path

                   of leaf mulch

rustle, rustle 

                 squirrels forage for nuts 

                                     treetop to treetop

                                                 birds and clouds 










trickle, trickle













buzz, crack

   a colony

            of bees


                              as a dead snag





                                                    s           Flat

caw, caw

      a murder of crows sit on a fence

               their heads turn in unison

                          bb eyes shooting flies

                                      sharp black wings folded

                                                 waiting for a twig to snap

                                                             and a creature’s last breath

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About tyler4turtles

I am an avid photographer, poet, ecologist, bookworm, blogger, art enthusiast and runner who calls Montana home but lives in Oregon.
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1 Response to Last breath

  1. Reblogged this on The ancient eavesdropper and commented:

    Just when you thought I didn’t have any left, I give to you my last breath…

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