Random Scribbles · writing

The Texture of Beige

Haibun



The smell of petroleum product permeates the cool clear air. Fluids drain from the overturned automobile to the worn surface of the track on which it lies. The driver is unnaturally silent and still. Wildlife gives a wide berth to the scene. Tonight the rains will come to scour the road; clearing the way for scavengers to do their part in the morning.

Dawn watches and crows
begin feasting as vultures
and coyote wait.