Cold

This ferocious cold is a hungry animal,
waiting, hunched over and still
brown pebbles eyes in
coarse brown fur.

This cold on innocent blue sky days
will steal feeling,
touch and emotion,
distort smell and make
sounds explosive.

Once, we frightened a wolverine,
into a blur of movement
down a pine forest mountainside.

It crossed down trees,
weaving with an almost rehearsed purpose.
Some creatures know their fear
we have to be told.