Moving slowly, slower,
Taking in the sights,
Going – but where?
Does it matter?
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A deer drinking at a stream,
The shuffling in the bushes,
A cold stare.
The whistling gust,
Mighty-hungry breath,
A bloody lust.
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Heat vanished, Winter awakened
It swept the land with its greedy paws
Winter-consumed peaks,
No plants, No animals, no life
Humans died, some survived
Fire! They screamed.
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The wan rays of the sun glittered in the tiny puddles that scattered the trail. The pavement was cold and wet from the night’s storm. There were faint traces of snow. Some of it lingered like a crown on a few nearby bushes, while the rest was nested meagerly high above all on the countless barren branches. The wind whistled with tremendous verve, like a warning to retreat. Continue reading