Here's one from 2011:
metaphor
The first day
on my walk
I saw a bluejay sleeping
bright and blue and perfect
nestled in the emerald grass
The second day
it swelled
feathers ruffled
color blue as the fairest sky
eyes black and intact
The third day
the sun was hot
a maggot crawled across the wing
colors softly fading
into its grassy bed
Today the perfume of magnolias
blanketed the stench
eyes were hollow with decay
color dull and gray
disintegrating into the fertile earth
poor bluejay. :(
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