Winter park

Cloud left, sun came -- suddenly the park is a cage of beasts, light barred with sun-slant, fence-shaft, bench-slat. See their stance! claws sharp with sun, iron prance, steel flex of bough bent back in winter glint; tooth bared to white enamel, bark flux and flow frozen, as fur shag ices to stiff spines; or lock-antlered, hoof-bound, grazing park's tough turf. Or set against cold sky scraped pale as shell, they're pelted to exquisite skeleton -- wild beasts skinned to bare idea, music notes on wind.

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