The creaking sway of trees
Restless in the gusting wind
The rattling of leaves
The cold has heartlessly done in
A shiver starts to emanate
Straight from my modest spine
More alone than e’re before
Amidst sounds undefined
Some phantom creature scrambling
Clung to a brittle bark
The sky is throwing shadows
To welcome in the dark
The obdurance of nature
Plainly can be felt
An organic sort of savagery
Coldly cleanly dealt
The Mewriginal 
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