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Opening day
to all who pass by
a message: with this mark
call this tree mine
Graceful groomer to hyper-focused hunter
Shadows and darkness
holding court from top
of snow pile, a small dog can
rule until it melts
Time to vent
cloaked by folds of a
carelessly hung coat, hunter
waits, ready to pounce
Finally reaching a goal.
There’s hope for us.
Through the looking glass
Stop, sniff and follow
Put your nose to the ground and follow us on...