A Bone’s Story / Historia ósea

I wrote this essay in both Spanish and English and so I present it here in both languages for a bilingual readership. Entry for #MwcDeath— D.P. Snyder

I see an unusual object lying on the ground under the mossy branches of the sugar maple, a small moon-colored scythe. It is a bone. I pick it up and tremble to see its whiteness on the pink flesh of my palm. I estimate that it measures about seven inches from end to end. It has six teeth anchored to its upper edge. They are the efficient grinders of a ruminant and I conclude that it is the jaw of an adolescent deer. Observed…