Survival is a cruel word.
Snow, black as coal
lies on a frozen land
under a moonless sky.
A darker shadow
moves between the trees
leaving invisible footprints.
A squeal of death
muffled by falling snow
heard only by ears deaf to pity.
In the waking day
coal black snow turns white.
blood and footprints lost
under a billion snowflakes.
© Guaj 2023
Very evocative, Guaj. I admired ‘heard only by ears deaf to pity’. Nice one.
Thank you Allen. I must admit I think I out did myself with that line. 😉
pity is bad for digestion (or any type of assimilation), guilt too. ignorance is innocence thus bliss. memory has a lot of pity and self-pity and guilt, no wonder it has to be erased to walk again in the snow. comparisons are also avoided and if you do not live long enough, you won’t have unforgettable or inimitable good moments to compare with what you currently experience. Legend has it that during Diagoras’ triumphant ovation on the shoulders of his sons, a spectator shouted: “Die, Diagoras; you will not ascend to Olympus besides“, the meaning being that he has reached the highest… Read more »
Pity may well be bad for the digestion, but when you are a wolf trying to stay alive in the depths of winter it doesn’t count. That’s what this is all about, I guess you are in a higher plane to me today, Nicoletta. 🙂 🙂 🙂
perhaps you should be having a beer too! lol
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Beer is good but I don’t have any at home and I don’t feel like going out today
Lovely! You captured it perfectly. The barrenness, the silence and the death…
I really liked this (and not just because it was a wolf! ) 😉
I love wolves, Alison. I’m glad you liked my wolf 🙂
Thank you Daffni. glad you enjoyed it. I always get that word mixed up.