There's a body in our fridge.
Hacked and hewn,
Flesh ripped from the bone,
A hollow shell of its former self.
In the dark of night
We carefully pick its bones,
Place the carcass in a large garbage bag,
And sneak out to the trash.
We heave and puff,
Pushing it over the edge of the can.
It lands with a resounding thud.
We put the lid on
And stealthily tread back into the house.
It's finally gone.
That was one good bird.