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Scatheless


Trace the tracks, the paths
of rabbits in shoes,
winter-running across
the dogless land.

They are overconfident of their wealth
and the system’s inabilities
to protect the cross-hairs,

even when the shrill tongue,
like a siren sound,
boomerangs off the cliffs

to stand as a Confessor
bearing witness to all
for all.

Behold! the snow
remains bloodless,
though never clean
within our sights.

April 2019 Day 2 / No prompt, just wrote.

© Jilly’s All Rights Reserved

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A wild soul writing poetry.

4 thoughts on “Scatheless

  1. Lovely visual verses. I see snow shoe hares growing bolder and unscathed with winter but the confessor had me intrigued. I like how the slate is not quite clean at the finish – and can never be

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