A mottled gray fox drinks water from an overflowing pool
The river was frozen, now it is freshly and quickly melting
Spring's thaw flooding the river banks, washes across fields
In the midst of sip, the fox looks up and notices something
The scent caught upon wind is of death, a corpse from Fall
The body is carrion, now bloated, grey, exposed by thaw
It will feed worms or scavengers, the cycle is complete
But the fox is just grateful for such cool water to drink
Moving along before those attracted to the dead come
