There are markings Of a f isher c hasing A lunch or a torrid lover To consummation. Blue Jay draws Snow angels Wrestling with smaller Ornithology. For a choice nut. Whining through pines Just like queer musical score. But the fragrance In the air unforgettable. There are suggestions of That warmer summer's day. Rains all past. And hope for the Furtive heart. Strong as a sizzling fire Neath glazed and Dripping branch. Waiting. Not shivering
Vicious little creeper Ever on the move Somewhat white for Winter of remote Kamchatka. Staying clear of Lynx wolverine eagle Piercing winds crystalline Gigantic tigers Bears are asleep Brutal men Who trade pelts. Skinny and burrowing. Sensing smelling hearing Teensy vole Thirty inches Down in chilly snow cover. Must eat quarter Of his body weight In meats. Daily or lose Out on oxygen, power Nutrient warmth. Hope for tomorrow. Maybe. slick fella.
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