where
do they go,
the ducks, the birds,
the animals
in this cold. where
is the burrow
that they find,
the tree
knotted out,
the stones stacked
just so,
to give
them a cave to lie
in.
where do they sleep,
or wander
on a night like
this.
where are you going?
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