Moss is so soft

Mostly blue and sometimes red a nebula with green nerves that won’t stop moving walking through three feet of snow because the stone wall is so important then its just a fallen tree and the birds won’t sing and the coyote has died and the deer aren’t sure what to do my hands are warm I keep looking in the water but it is so black so infinite and I’m so small I could never touch every stalk in the field it’s so gold and pretty and then my heart changes colors every pulse and we think rivers of blood are red but they are green and blue and gray someone’s wrapped me in fur and it’s theirs I am loved by a wolf and we are pack I’ve got teeth made of steel my skin is clay and my eyes are lichen and I can’t see anymore