Padding on the fallen flakes
The snowdrift road that it must take
With one long glance. One long to last.
Those eyes point to poetic past.
Hoar frost coated fur slips by
Into the darkened hole it spied.
Where from whence now it returns
It licks the scars from self-made burns.
Broken beams of hopeful dreams
Break through the black and shrouded seams.
Its breathing slows. It stops its gait.
Resigned, at last, to hibernate.
© Brandewulf ♾️