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                                                                            She   

                                                                             with

                                                                             golden

                                                                          eyes &

                                                                        shadow-dark

                                                                      fur s t a l k s

                                                                   cobblestone streets

                                                                 in  the dead  of winter

                                                             one f  r i  g i d January.

                                                         H  o m  e i  s       b a r r  e n;

                                                  too few deer    dwell in the     forest

                                           to feed such    f e r o  c i o u s     appetites.

                                  T  h i  s f i  e r c e   & f r i g  i d J a n u a  r y,

                           Golden                  Eyes                  have                known

                       h  u n  g e r & d  e s  p e r  a t i o  n & d  e f  i a n  c e,

                  &   now       they will   know     f e a r.   Forty   lives     worth.

            The      time      has      come.                The      walls       they        built

         brought c  a t  a s t  r o p h  e, but  the      walls have       w  i t  h e r   e d.

      The   pack   has       starved                 & the    pack     has    learned:

           prey                 can walk                          on t w o               legs.

               Every     night   of      that   f  r i  g i d   January,    she    leads

                   them as    they haunt &    hunt the   alleyways,

                       s  p u  r n e  d by        the        scent

                          of warm     flesh &   cold      d r e a  d.

                             The  city is  s e i z  e d in  a chokehold

                                of                blind   t e r r o r,

                                  it             will not            last,

                                      (blood   will spill   on the steps

                                          of our Lady     of Paris)

                                           but  for now,  Golden Eyes

                                                 & Dark Fur rule the

                                                         City     of Light

                                                                 one  f r i g i d

                                                                      January.

We acknowledge the Ngunnawal and Ngambri people, who are the Traditional Custodians of the land on which Woroni, Woroni Radio and Woroni TV are created, edited, published, printed and distributed. We pay our respects to Elders past and present and emerging. We acknowledge that the name Woroni was taken from the Wadi Wadi Nation without permission, and we are striving to do better for future reconciliation.