and for her last birthday,
she received a Mission,
fully decoded, unboxed.
How odd
to be inside
a shaken snowglobe
when your feet are glued stiff.
And though
there is so little time
between this moment and death,
you are enabled to pretend.
Happy Huntress,
go forth and extract deeds
from boughs and branches.
Landscape is the same for each of us;
it is all we have ever known
of our hunted universe.
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