I. Winter.
latest snowfall soon comes
mushroom moons and loons strumming
us to sleep with sleep's eye, her fur brush;
tomorrow's meal isn't mush yet, not much
for us guests already
but enough to not discuss
instead, the details of the war:
These people are staking
claims for pastures and steaks.
Thus, This must be done.
while rabbits hide in the bushes,
like us incapable of fake-blushing
or erasing what is not in us
to begin with:
there are so many arguments,
i cannot finish a sentence.
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