Bouldered endless snow covered the land
which wore a blanket of patchy white,
alone out here or there or where.
Yet, I
Watched a speck approach to figure,
off grey and pointed my way
it danced and grew and shifted.
Yet, I
Could not help but stop and stare
at this mystery twinkling down,
from across our plane of winter.
Yet, I
Noticed as it grew and neared,
it was not running but rather raging
a link from then to me right now.
Yet, I
Couldn't find the thought to flee,
held frozen by its nearing form,
dumb as details shot up like fur.
Yet, I
Flared my eyes as it ran me past,
and held a breath as it waltzed right over,
and I always will look back and think
if it could truly be what it was or when.
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