Nate Flying Owl
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In the dead of January
I saunter beneath darkened clouds
Evergreens remaining silent
Snowflakes drift in speechless beauty
Wintertide lyrics invading
The deepest marrow of my bones
I have no verse to speak today
Frozen by life's inherent bane
My tongue remains still, unshifting
I would prefer this anyway
Nature writes better poetry
Within the far depths of a moonless night,
A pride stirs among the dancing shadows.
The herd is not aware of the danger,
And their movements leave a young one exposed.
Moving as silently as possible,
The pride focuses on her and moves in.
Driving her further away from her kin,
Taking her life with remorseless hunger,
Without mercy, without a second thought.