A sparrow caught in ice
sings a song of frenzy,
flutters wings,
tries to flee to flight
icebound,
feels no hand upon her.
Winter's an impartial bitch;
universally malicious;
Not so the cat, crouched, focused
tail twitching sinuously,
watching, pouncing Death.
Flurry of feather, fang and claw
leaves two bloody stumps
frozen in the ice
inevitable as red shoes
in a bitter man's fairytale.
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