Shake the last edge of snowfall out from your paws,
It’s been a long time since you’ve felt awake,
felt so – above the law, felt so – rude and raw, so
stretch and strain for the sunlight, knead your knuckles in the creek,
dare to show strangers your sharp and rending teeth.
It’s alright to be afraid of a world without the snow,
if you do not venture the muddy world, then you will never know
new horrors, fresh loves, strange joys and common sorrows;
which doors are unlocked, what meanings can be borrowed.