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buttercup

a stop by the side of the road to play in tall grass.

Bird of Prey



Discovered in the attic of a grandfather house.

it has slowly decomposed allowing the feather to reveal
the fleshy straw of its innards, much like a vulture.

A few wires cage its fragility though it is paraded about town in the passenger seat of a car.
I had been warned not to look into its eyes; I dared and I saw their glassy truth.