What shall the great white owl
Cast its gaze towards this hour
And hunt and kill, to tear afoul,
To gorge itself while others cower?
Just in time the snows arrive;
Covering earth beneath its blanket.
Concealed now, the mice survive
Tunnelling towards a nutritious banquet.
The snow upon the ground tonight,
Temporarily delays the eternal dance
Between the multitudes out of sight
On which the mighty play by chance.
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Refugees of Reason
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