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death, nature, baby, baby,
On our walk this morning
Brandy my dog and I saw
such a sad thing, lying on
the sidewalk was a baby skunk
dead as ever. Brandy wanted to
go smell it, but wasn't sure if i should,
so held her back. I had never seen a dead
baby skunk before, i had seen many adult
dead skunks. There was no blood any where
to be found or any other reason for this
poor thing to die or why it was on
the sidewalk. I hate to see any creature die,
even this poor little baby skunk, who never
got a chance in life.
It was alive in an earlier episode,
but it now lies dead in the road.
Nocturnal in habit,
the creature is not a rabbit,
nor is it a raccoon or a toad.
The carcass gives off a putrid smell.
Nobody can deny it stinks like hell.
When it tried to get across,
its effort was a loss.
No longer does that dead skunk dwell.