I run I run I run I run
\npanting heart-torn through new snow
\nI run I run I run I run
\nraging rumbling dervish winds blow
\ncloser closer ever closer
\nI’m panting heart-torn through new snow.<\/p>\n
Slowing, slowing, slower, slower
\nuntil I feel the flying death
\ncloser closer ever closer
\nmingling, raging with my breath,
\nice-encrusted heaving mane,
\nand I feel the flying death
\nripping tearing searing pain
\nreleasing me to dream, to dream.<\/p>\n
With blood-encrusted heaving mane
\nI hear a final raven’s scream
\nreleasing me to dream, to dream
\nwe run we run we run we run
\nwe run \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0we run \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0we run<\/p>\n
—–<\/p>\n
Read more about the BC government’s wolf cull here<\/a>, and sign a petition<\/a>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" I run I run I run I run panting heart-torn through new snow I run I run I run I run raging rumbling dervish winds blow closer closer ever closer I’m panting heart-torn through new snow. Slowing, slowing, slower, slower until I feel the flying death closer closer ever closer mingling, raging with my breath, … <\/p>\n