The Glare of the Stars
Under a frozen cascade of stars
a vixen trots to her den -
mice today
they were her only prey.
Hunger gnaws
at a phantom bone
heavy with fresh meat.
Tomorrow she will rise early
and return late,
only two of her three cubs
will live to share a field rat.
The rat litter will perish.
Survival now depends
upon the lightness
of one chilled whisker.
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