04-21-2022, 08:33 AM
Wolfmonth in Cuttown,
ice in the creeks, cluttering the river,
hunters come back empty handed
sour faced, exhausted,
huddling by the watch-fire
as darkness moves in to blanket
another hungry night.
They lay down around the fire,
fall into a happy dream of meat and milk
and early morning, midsummer couplings.
ice in the creeks, cluttering the river,
hunters come back empty handed
sour faced, exhausted,
huddling by the watch-fire
as darkness moves in to blanket
another hungry night.
They lay down around the fire,
fall into a happy dream of meat and milk
and early morning, midsummer couplings.