My ears point toward the moon.
My nose points toward Polaris.
My tail points toward tracks that extend out of sight and out of memory.

I am alone.
I hear owls and falling snow.
I trek endlessly through wilderness that leads to nowhere.

I hear faint sounds.
I see pale light.
I feel the penetrating cold.

In a great tree I find a long abandoned hole.
Inside I hope to find refuge.
I curl up; breathe; sleep.

I dream of friends I have yet to meet.
In my solitary den.