In Fur

They hurt no one. They rove the North.

Owning the wilderness, they're not lost.

They couple in joy; in fear, they run.

Old, their lives move still the same-

all a pattern across the land,

one step, one breath, one. . . .

Winter bundles them close; their fur

bunches together in friendly storms.

Everything cold can teach, they learn.

They stand together. The future comes.