Throat of the Bird

...and they came creeping,
slabber-ing dogs [death]

or some lone hyaena
ostracized from the pack

stalking a way in, a way back;
the civilized days are gone.

Somewhere in nature,
a creature is dying.

Nowhere in nature is written:
"reverence will sustain you".

The snow sets, high, now,
sounds of its silence

deafen the ear,tightens
the throat of the bird

that sings loud, that sings
loud and lives.