This is the first poem I am posting for feedback.  I thought of the imagery for the poem while driving along after the snow melted and noticing all of the dead animals, not quite rotted, that had been revealed by the thaw. I thought about how ugly spring is before the growth starts and that’s where the poem began.  I am not happy with the second stanza, but I am welcoming any feedback at all.  How does this work? Suggestions for improvement? 

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