In my garden

This is another one about death and the transience of life...quite cheery, wasn't I?...

In my garden

In my garden
death is common
though seldom ever seen

the ants carry
the reminders along
their trails

and remnants
in tattered spider-webs
shiver in the breeze

empty snail shells
by the path
the afterdeath debris

dried insect husks
and dessicated worms
a solitary butterfly wing

death is common
in my garden
but the dying is unseen