Dry as a Bone

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

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  15 comments for “Dry as a Bone

  1. October 12, 2018 at 10:42 am

    Sometimes, it is simply time…

    • Christine Bolton
      October 12, 2018 at 4:51 pm

      Yes, 😢

  2. October 12, 2018 at 10:56 am

    Good one. A happy ending!

  3. October 12, 2018 at 7:12 pm

    fate can be so cruel – love the last line and that final raindrop

    • Christine Bolton
      October 12, 2018 at 11:38 pm

      Thank you Gina!

  4. October 12, 2018 at 10:04 pm

    Fantastic take on life’s ironies.

    • Christine Bolton
      October 12, 2018 at 11:35 pm

      Thank you!

      • October 13, 2018 at 12:02 am

        You are kindly welcome.

  5. October 13, 2018 at 2:55 am

    Hmmm. In many respects that is a very optimistic outcome.

    • Christine Bolton
      October 13, 2018 at 9:35 am

      Actually it was an ironic ending. He took his last breath …. then the rain came. Poor thing 😢

      • October 13, 2018 at 6:55 pm

        I know that, but your poem could also be an allegory in the context of the IPCC report.

      • Christine Bolton
        October 13, 2018 at 6:59 pm

        Oh my gosh so right! I hadn’t even thought of that when I wrote it 🙂

      • October 13, 2018 at 7:04 pm

        🙂

    • Christine Bolton
      October 13, 2018 at 9:35 am

      Thanks for reading 🙂

  6. October 15, 2018 at 1:21 am

    Brilliant, brutally ironical ending there.

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