DEATH Poem: there’s a dead squirrel outside my window, by Ashton Worley

there’s a dead squirrel outside my window.
at first i thought it was alive,
his furry, nimble paws were still
with haalf-lidded, glassy black eyes.

and i don’t know why, but i thought of you,
a corpse so fresh it’s still alive.
but i saw that squirrel in the morning,
and wished it was you that had died.

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