Our daily walk up, down, and around the mountain
Mello steps high
and brisk in the white cold
Halts quickly at
eerie creaks of Standing People
Arctic blast clatters
branches against dormant trunks
Whistle and scream
of the winds through skeletal trees
Send turkey
vultures en masse in opposite direction
Bare whiteness reaches
and screeches, taunts
Testing mammal
fortitude against ancient voices
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