Dragging in the dead of the night
fresh killed meat, fish and fowl
having hunted to fill the larder
knowing tomorrow’s needs today
preparing and understanding law
knowing somehow to prepare all
knowing what I see you might not
preparing not just for me but you
precious little time remaining now
storms on the horizon to accept
powerless to stop or to intercede
same as what I see you might not!
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