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IN THE SNOW
I am.
This whiteness.
I tread with purpose
Alert
Determined
Aware.
I fear nothing.
Cautious
Cautious.
Hungry
Anger.
Scent must have
the scent.
Slowly I come
closer to the death.
Rushing brambles.
Swift kill
Swift kill.
Pounding ice
Pounding.
Dead
Gone.
So solitary.
So white.
I fear nothing.
I walk.
I am.
Back in this air conditioned office
with no tail. |