" january 21

Cloudy and still.


On the sunny, southerly face
of a cutbank, a badger
has scooped a new burrow,
turning the slope inside out and pouring it full
of the very worst kind of darkness,
the kind animals own, like the mad black slit in a goat’s eye. "

― Ted Kooser , Winter Morning Walks: 100 Postcards to Jim Harrison