He moves slowly,
clinging onto warmth like armor for war.
His long primate tail lined with frost, heart exhausted,
Away and alone, lost from his home.
Unaware of his fate, paths soon to be crossed,
nature has a wickedly sweet course to bring us together.
Dark starless nights with snow fall,
as innocent as a feather,
causes his toes to curl up.
Blistering all life until pushed beyond our strife.
Sacred, the breaths that exist amidst theses storms.
He follows an innate connection,
perhaps a beautiful view of natural selection.
A feeling, a calling,
a mutual collection of responding to each other.
There is an art to winter communities,
Building life-sustaining unity
Listening to each opportunity to survive
Together.
He does not need to understand this necessary kinship,
Or agree to hold each other in the storm for good stewardship,
But when the time comes, they will reach for each other.
Always.
Intertwined to create a shield of resilience,
unconditional love kindled by nature’s brilliance.
“The only way to survive these harsh winter nights is by sticking together.”
