The fire burns out; its heat
receding. A cold night and
its shadows turn wildly
to the hills- a pack of wolves
rushing a deer. Further out
in the woods, a small dead bird,
flies make their way down to bone,
wind plays in its feathers. See how
fiercely beauty eats what it loves.
See the stars who know the darkness
will certainly preserve them.
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