Inside a Lateness, a Singing under Snow

The pine marten have their oral history
here—long memories of salmon skin
on a pile of sunflower seeds. This one

arrives two winters later to curl
her body, a long ribbon of muscle and fur,
in this hanging bucket of birdseed

in first gauzy light. I see that white patch
on her chestnut fur, the pretty darkening
at tips of ears, nose, paws, and tail.
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