old north wind rattles leaves from their stems grey feathers line my jaw and ears who cooks for you? who cooks for you-all? full moon rises my talons itch i call out to the shadows only hear echos who cooks for you? who cooks for you-all? a splash near the riverbed a bob of an alder branch a twitch in the undergrowth a corpse by the highway who cooks for you? who cooks for you-all?
who cooks for you? who cooks for you-all?
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M. Espinosa 