Haute Cuisine

Lifeless in the grass
Eyes pointed towards heaven
Hides stripped, the flies feast

The smell of decay
The crows have returned in mass
Darkening the sky

Chicago bound tongues
Grizzlies dine in high style
Knives, forks, fine china

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