A plaintive howl ends winter
with inferences tracking time
moving snacks through forests dark
silent snow flakes stark and fine
Hunting cool with edges being
shadows to sing through still night
the void echoes howls elsewhere
shifting close snares to the right
Deer prey tells where are trees now
deadly how good chases end
abstract grid of sense and sound
provides fresh flesh to rend
Encroachment is one hard mace
nature’s place is broken down
howls when master is away
clear-cutting fate building towns.
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