
Hunting in the Northeast Kingdom
She wears the white of fresh snow around her neck
The black of midnight next to her skin
Hart's blood stains her sweater scarlet
Dark eyes sharply scan the snow
Her heart is a .30-.30
Bullets of desire that always hit their mark
She follows the tracks down the ravine
Strong and certain
She claims what is already hers
Twilight falls, the Golden Hour
Blood and hair stain the snow
She feasts upon the bones of winter