Fodder for the beasts

The camouflaged dead

remain where they’ve fallen

motionless bodies

resting upon the stillness of the Earth

with perhaps a little ruffle of fur

or a lift of feather

as a gentle breeze kisses their souls

and so breathes the life of nature’s love

into the reality of their death

The camouflaged dead

remain where they’ve fallen

hidden within the undergrowth of life

; fodder for the beasts