In the middle of the third night,
I lay awake, wondering about
I lay awake, wondering about
the sounds of crushing bones,
unable to sleep at the thought-sound.
I arm fell asleep before I could,
so I had to wiggle it awake
and toss and turn,
before I heard the shriek.
something was eating something,
both were alive at one point,
but one was about to meet it's demise
and I had to hear it through closed glass.
the silence was even more startling
when it occurred because I knew
the weaker beast was now breakfast,
and the iPad was dead, too.
fossils will find me in the morning, doubtless,
and I will make a necklace out of ribs,
bleaching number one days,
with the animals that will eat my eyes, doubtless.
read the news and tell me hawks aren't
swooping in to steal your neck and your time,
because, Bubba, they are and nature will win,
just ask the blood in the snow from last night's meal.