A few sights on the way to work

Red, torn flesh. A tendon connecting two bird feet. And a few steps away, another red ribbon tying together two matted, wet wings.

In the park, remnants of snowballs littered the lawn. A large snow sculpture of a dog faced the sunrise.

And when I came back home, the same sculpture, but with the head knocked off, by now melting as noon climbed higher.

Nothing really to connect these two images, nor to connect them to this blog.

They did seem, though, like a primal part of life, laid naked.

And the bird missing its body, and the dog, made me think of absent things. And how we try to but cannot ever clothe those things.