silently I pad through

sensual patches of

snowcovered forest

spirit boughs towering

above solitary tracks

alone I seek

only what I can

kill and

eat.

So essential iam

to this fragile

place and it barely

knows of

my existence:

it never sees me

knows nothing of me

even as I sink

my teeth into its soul

frozen blood on

snowy paths

that come from nowhere

                                      and go noplace.

Lynx Poem