One paw crosses in front of the other,
four on the ground journeying
as the terrain has snow cover
yet none of us worrying.
The day grows ever longer
as growls echo over the land
we now cross ever stronger
as we pad over sod and sand.
A fight erupts as hackles raise
banners now fall to spine level
as the dust flies in a small haze
in the sport of WAR, the Devil!
I watch as allies in the line die
later on in my thoughts try and lie.