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The trees whisper in my ear,
rustling leaves crush under my paws.
In the distance,
an owl hoots,
alone at night.

My weary legs
drag me along.
Lost. I don’t know
where to go.

Late is the time.
I give up,
fall like a heap,
and curl up.

Stay warm.

Two words
contain my
thoughts
till dawn.

Stay warm.

I lift my head,
my bushy tail
still wrapped
around my body.

It is light,
sun-up.
I made it,
and my pack
is still gone.