He feels weak and dizzy
as he stumbles through the deep snow,
consumed by hunger
he scans the landscape for a bite to eat.
He travels alone,
shivering from the windy cold,
and his injured paws are bleeding,
leaving a crimson trail behind him.
He looks for food with his keen eyes,
and sniffs the wintry air,
but finds nothing there
to relieve his pain-racked body.
Exhausted, he lays down
becoming one with the drifting snow,
never to hurt again
as the flakes encase him in their razor iciness.
