Too old, too slow, too sick,
her wisdom, loving-kindness
all forgotten: a burden
to her tribe.
Left beneath a fir, she welcomes
snowflakes’ kisses on her eyes.
Hopes they’ll enfold her
in a final sleep before yellow teeth
tear flesh from bone.
Accepts compassion would be
all too dearly bought.
© Gill Dunstan
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