As pellets of snow began to fall,
a yearling doe limped
from the brittling grass
to the windbreak, unhurried.
Soon after,
a dark low-shouldered thing
followed, somewhat canine
and also — unhurried.
Image: Jessica Fadel on Unsplash
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Sweet and Bitter Greens 
Magnificent writing!
Thank you Scrunch. You are very kind.
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