Canada Lynx—Schoolcraft Game Refuge

December collapses with a heaved sigh. Only the bachelor jay bathed in his cerulean vest resists the fait accompli of ephemeral gray. The lynx pads soundlessly into this laundered, stony light, tufted ears twitching to the avian colic attending her persecution of wending, eremitic hare. Mounting spoor— shallow spoons from snowshoed feet; roods upon whispered white. Deep inside this refuge,…

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