Dry as a Bone
Sun bleaching bones
to a brilliant white
Carcass long gone
In 120 degrees Fahrenheit
Separated from his herd
Some time ago
Never seeing them again
He headed to the oxbow
The stream had dried up
Nothing left to drink
Wandering aimlessly
He had to think
Planetary conditions harsh
His skin burning
Heat games in his mind
became more disturbing
His hide was drying out
Hydration a faraway dream
Weakness in his legs
Now beyond extreme
He fell to the ground
Wishing the dizziness to stop
As he drew his last breath
He felt the first raindrop
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
In response to Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt – Bone
alas that’ s the way life too often happens
Life’s a bitch and the then you die. Excellently written great ending. 💜
Yes you’re right! Thanks for reading 😊
My pleasure 💜
Wonderfully written poem, the brutality of nature. Well done, Christine!
Thank you Jordan. Also the agony of climate change perhaps
Indeed, it is occurring in our time, may this November help us turn the tide once again.
Oh my gosh Jordan, YES!!!! 🙂💕
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Brilliant, brutally ironical ending there.
Thanks so much! 🙂
Hmmm. In many respects that is a very optimistic outcome.
Actually it was an ironic ending. He took his last breath …. then the rain came. Poor thing 😢
I know that, but your poem could also be an allegory in the context of the IPCC report.
Oh my gosh so right! I hadn’t even thought of that when I wrote it 🙂
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Thanks for reading 🙂
Fantastic take on life’s ironies.
Thank you!
You are kindly welcome.
fate can be so cruel – love the last line and that final raindrop
Thank you Gina!
Good one. A happy ending!
Sometimes, it is simply time…
Yes, 😢