skunk, its broad yellow stripes rocking
side to side, walks the trail ahead of me
fresh musk rises from old snow
skunk wobbles, rear feet stumble
still, it sways along, pauses to bare
a pointed face, what does it wonder?
walks until something tells it it’s gone
too far, turns & rushes toward me
I leave the trail, take up a stout stick
skunk struggles back the way we came
toward its burrow, I hope, to wait
to die, of rabies, that virus, in the wild
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