Going North for the Winter

I feel the powder beneath my feet;

A sickening howl to the south,

But I know that I am safe

And so I dance with joy.

Until my heart stops,

As I see that

I have run

Out of

Snow

The Powder beneath its feet (Photo Credit: NPS Photo Tim Rains).
The Powder beneath its feet (Photo Credit: NPS Photo Tim Rains).

This is a nonet, inspired by research done at the University of Wisconsin-Madison, which found that climate change is forcing the habitat of the snowshoe hare further north. With reduced snow cover meaning that it must shift its habitat in order to avoid lynx, coyotes and other predators.

 

An audio version of this poem can be heard here.

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