the_magnificent_six raze after taking refuge in the cavities of trees to wait out a lethargic winter storm, they were back on the ground this morning, eating what they couldn't drink, probing the cold duvet that covered the earth for the edible seeds of drupes and whatever other riches they might disentomb from the softest ice they'll ever know. little grey and black angels and acrobats in the snow, prying open the fist in my chest with the furious force of their living. 220205 what's it to you? who go blather from