you’ll some night die
frost in your beard
you’ll some night die
trudging through snow
you’ll some night die
presaging numbness
you’ll some night die
smelling the smoke
of a cabin unseen
wondering where
that heat source lies
you’ll some night die
one winter night
in life’s autumn
Tiger Riding for Beginners 
Good stuff. I wonder who – or what – is in the cabin…
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Beautifully written poetry 👍👌.
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Thank you very much.
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