The Winter’s Night
As the night turns to day,
the day turns to night,
the cycle of the season turns with it.
As the wind howls,
the wolves turn up their heads and howl with it.
The imprints of their tracks,
crossing the frozen ground.
The window of a house flickers on,
a figure looks out into the flurries of the night.
They bring up their pillow,
they bring up their blanket,
and they start to snore,
entering the blizzards cold night.
-Erin R. Kaplan
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