There is a leaf-made mound below the break, where the water is filled with light and runs over stones,
There is a trap inside the earth that surrounds,
The grass is pressed down, the stems are broken, spring sap wells in wounds,
The sharp mouth full of needle teeth, the hot rust smell of blood on breath,
The sparking dead black eyes without soul or intelligence behind,
It breathes here, it lives here,
Here wolf.
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