Permafrost
He is a sculpture of ice,
Perfect and precise,
With finely carved features -
A most self-possessed creature.
His eyes, a stone cold gray,
Coolly survey his prey.
A snide smirk curls his lips,
The coyote's grin before it rips
Into a throat so unsuspecting.
He excels in the effecting
Of a mask of flat indifference.
His constant unruffled appearance
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