My father, the cougar,
came from shadows,
danced with deer and chuckar,
shared kills with magpies,
schooled me in swirls of leaves,
scratched lessons in gravid streams.
To discern white tracks
of snowshoe hare.
To listen for the sparrow.
Taught me life is for the dancing,
not the having danced.
Disappeared when winter
sank to spring.
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