Friday, October 14


Yellow eyes nestle low;
Close pressed, these tiny blue eyes
Gazing towards light

Thick paws on thick snow;
The world is muted, softened
As she starts to dig

Leaves that have fallen;
Summer slowly slips away
Winter sheds her skin

Full days of hunting;
She fills herself with warmth now
Chases light for miles

Pressed together still;
She felt herself slip away
Light-footed angel

A new haze brought growth;
Standing shoulder to shoulder
As she stretches herself

Not quite a cub still;
The wild wind came running past
Out towards the woods.

(I think that last haiku might be my favourite thing I've ever written)


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