As a boy growing up <br />on a poultry farm, every <br />Saturday morning would find <br />me collecting carrion from the roadside: <br />skunks, oppossums, raccoons, <br />groundhogs, and an occasional <br />red fox or two. <br /> <br /> <br />Even as a child, I sensed more <br />than coincidence was at play <br />behind these legions of animal carcasses, <br />behing all that protoplasm splattered <br />across a winding rural road. <br /> <br /> <br />Some mornings, I could hear <br />angels talking to the dead animals. <br />'Stay still, ' the angels whispered. <br />'Stay still.'<br /><br />David Kowalczyk<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/beasts-in-shades-of-gray/
