Every Thursday at noon GMT, Sue publishes one of her photos as a writing prompt.
Join in her challenge and write a piece of poetry or prose based on the photo below.
This is all that is left of me,
A lowly creature tired and weak,
Who lay down to rest
And slept for eternity.
My eyes are long gone,
My head now detached and empty,
Picked clean by scavengers,
A skull gleaming in the sun.
My bones are not in this vicinity,
They may be scattered,
Stolen, or buried elsewhere
In another animal’s pantry.
In life, what was I?
Hungry, struggling to survive:
Full circle I became food for others
When I knew it was my time to die.