Dry as a Bone

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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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Published by Christine Bolton

I have been writing poetry since I was a child and it has helped in the good times and bad times. I am always looking within to find the answers to life's problems and to write thought-provoking poetry and prose. Thanks for checking it out. Christine

25 thoughts on “Dry as a Bone”

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

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