Gratitude to death

 Death occupies itself inside a pigeon's body
Doing it's work dutifully inside and out
feathers ruffled and a missing eye
just an opening with a grey and pink nothing

Claw haphazard like a spasmodic goodbye
Ants make a line find their way to the cadaver
Beak slightly ajar as if finishing the last breath
Or nibbling the last morsel

It flew it's last peaceful flight
suffered the hardness
Enjoyed it's ease
It blesses the mud with it's corpse

Position of final forfeit
Elements and bacteria
Until all evidence of the creature has gone
The angle of the neck is thank you