The Hounds of Winter
I wake --
They snap at my heels,
Pressing noses to my cheek,
Chilling my bones. Their
They snap at my heels,
Pressing noses to my cheek,
Chilling my bones. Their
Breath escapes in clouds,
Icy spots track their paws:
The Hounds of Winter are
On the prowl, feasting on
Warmth and hope before
Slinking into shadows and
Waiting for the first frost.
Icy spots track their paws:
The Hounds of Winter are
On the prowl, feasting on
Warmth and hope before
Slinking into shadows and
Waiting for the first frost.
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