Pastoral

Dave BontaAnxious

The squirrel’s tracks end in a smudge of blood on the snow, one tuft of fur

and the long furrow its dangling tail drew beside the fox’s footprints.

Alone in the field, a bulldozer lowers its blade to a white and heavy harvest.

Dave Bonta

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The tracks end
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