Clarity

Moonlight curls gently around the skyline

and all is quiet in the forest,

the bark of the redwoods run raw

by deer hungry for food they can’t find,

the wine red berries already crushed

between flat teeth and wet tongues;

winter is a shroud of mist

fallen over the trees

and the doe pauses

at the base of the meadow

to see if the way is clear.

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