Sometime during the last
snowstorm I thought I
saw a jackal
lurking through the
white expanse
of the meadow;
nothing more than a glimpse
as he(?) passed
through the swirling snow
before disappearing
AROUND the stones marking
the cenotaph. Ghostly apparitions
have appeared here before,
but this ONE had a chilling,
foreboding nature.
A sense of dread numbing defeat
arose, hasn't ceased, haunts me.
I saw the tracks.
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