Sticks and stones might break my bones,

but words burrow under my skin.

Wounds on the outside will heal and be gone,

but spoken wounds fester within.

This kin has no naming dream at this time.

This kin has no naming dream at this time.

shadows in winter
stretch out their long arms, raking
cold claws in the earth

No escape from the hunter,
No escape for the prey,
The hunter sleeps during the daylight,
The prey is hidden away.

The hunter will find prey no matter the cost;
the prey often pays with its life.
But there is no escape from the order of things
the cycle of struggle and strife.