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BY JAY CASELBERG
He lies there in the field
Down by the south fence
Among the long grass
Belly waxing gibbous
His eyes stare skyward
Now milky
His face expressionless
It gives no clue
No pain
No sorrow
Just blankness
One by one
He drove them all away
With arrogance and bluster
And his insecurity
There are none to find him now
Except for wildlife
And perhaps the birds
A feast
