Existential Crises


The fat-cheeked chipmunk
paused while collecting acorns,
wondering what for.

A lone, dark-eyed doe
trembled in winter’s wasteland;
fawns inert in snow.

The fox limped along,
a broken forepaw dangling
as frost glossed her pelt.

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