...like I wonder?
Wonderings burrow in like hibernating chipmunks.
They'd zipped here and there in the meadow, entertaining watchers.
Perked up to listen, then laid low to hide.
Prey searching for seeds while predators watch for their little meaty selves.
Cold's demands push prey to bury; bury themselves down deep in the dark white ground.
Like this, wonder sets in to infection.
Beginning as quick looks,
ending burrowed in
as a deep redwood splinter stuck half way under a fingernail.
Obsess if you'd like.
When the splinter emerges;
Because it will.
it leaves its red wounded mark from entrance to exit with no timetable for man or woman.
Not personal, just microbiology.
White blood cells work endlessly to pull away dead, dying cells.
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