when cold winds blow
and winter snow
meanders to the ground
in wispy
fragrant
fields
we pitched our tents
and made haste to camp under
the shelter of a great oak tree
this was not the kind of weather
suitable for our sport
but how can one refuse
a dare
when coming from such an obsolete fellow
as Arrogance?
In winters cold hell
the tortoise dwells
in
four walls
of a cardboard box
with straw for furniture
his tent on his back
propels the icy attack
of the snow that falls through
the air-holes in the lid
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