The Bone Garden

I went for a walk. I looked for deer, for wild boar, for foxes, for wolves. I looked for rabbits, for pheasants, for songbirds. I saw the fur, the footprints, the droppings, the scratching posts, the antlers. I saw the paths through the short undergrowth. I heard their calls. I felt their presence.

Some people say that I have a knack for finding dead animals, but I just think that I have a good eye for seeing details. Whichever it is, I found something dead, yet again. I found a skull. A relic of a dead animal, that was alive and well once, but now… no more.

And on it, there was a garden.

A bone garden.