Across the blue sky, a big black bird, a vulture, a corbeau. It swooped down low and landed, its long, ringed legs trembling as it anchored itself on the branch of a thick-trunked tree. Around it, more corbeaux, cemetery gargoyles guarding the dead.

Now her being never needed to voice a moan, for her ears heard a born-again voice, the voice of Minnie Humphrey-that-was, as jumpin' and jivin' it skewered the glory trapped here despite her fuckless life.

In particular, porcupines, hyenas, and leopards are known in Africa to transport bones to particular places.

Nice! I couldn't have done better.