A November Rune
A NOVEMBER RUNE
The deer lives
within the rhythms
of the forest, its clandestine
movements an elegant testament
to the unfathomable complexity
of the cauldron of life
The wolf is a student
of silence and shadow, and mysterious
patterns of camouflage, misdirection,
deception and stealth
With the frigid indifference
of an air traffic controller about to be
fired, Nature keeps track of the intricate
movements of predator and prey and
when she is generous, the wolves eat
well and the deer multiply, the days are
bright green and the moonlit nights are
beautiful and short, and when she is
not there is misery and pain, hopeless
uncertainty, a question of why,
a timeless emptiness of
gray sky and snow!
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