walk at the lake

rotten dead corpse of a mostly eaten animal
fur partially visible
shrunken dehydrated body missing teeth
and a half of a head
animal forensics not being my forte
I could not identify the body
even with hairs attached

to the delight of the children
I was able to detect
footprints of opossum, raccoon, toddler
to and fro waters edge

amidst the constant green scat of canadian geese
and chocolate offerings of deer
we hop scotched our way
smelling rotten flesh
and pond scum
teenaged cigarette butts litter the sand

we can’t wait for summer to start
when the lake is chlorine clean
and cottonmouths roam free