Cling
Head buried beneath the wind
hung-up
grasping an overhang
hugging
the thin bones of wiry tussocks
At the moor's edge
where the cliffs-drop
rocky teeth
gnaw at the sky
a jutting ledge
raises it hackles
fingers scrabble
skinned toes curl
wet boots creak
Turn an ankle here
and you may fall
unleashed
Cling
Do not
enter your mind
where whipped dogs cower
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