owls in the snow dark converse
stepping on one another's lines
let me finish i've heard your tune
pass the pellet or get off the perch
clearly attentive to dawn
unzipping yurt ear, banging softest gong
a doe approaches my lone light
windows ajar oblong smell current
no meat, a mix of firewood burning
let me interject a peep of motion
spurring a disinterested departure over morning snow
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