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A Quintain of Cinqku
#4
a thick
mist blankets
the winter dawn—
necklaced jewels bedeck
the hedge
#9
five toes
and a pad
imprint the snow—
hunger brings a stranger
at night
#10
winter
arrives late—
in the forest
a stoat melts into a
snowdrift
#23
the elk
cub misses
the herd's retreat—
a lone wolf howl calls to
the pack
#24
ice bears
lie in wait
in hunger's grip—
a seal cub writhing in
death's throes
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