searing wind echoing into the alleys
snow flying blasting stones and trees
howling fox silhouette against moon
muffling sound of hungry mourn
frozen carcasses uncovered to show
a windfall that we don’t really know
determine braves went to pick some up
they go in threes to cover wide track
embers are burning with fading hope
yearning for life saving; warm soup
heart beats barely audible to the ear
it’s getting closer to everybody’s fear
a scream not far beyond; we heard
i know that voice it’s hummingbird
couple of braves pulling a laden sled
oh! my...my God we finally get feed
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