[Portage, February 24, 2011]

Igloos made of dry leaves and sticks,
Packed in high crotches above,
Holing up as weather dictates,
Climbing down when the snow stops to visit
Caches left weeks back, before the snows,
Dig them up, rarely failing to find,
That stored so judiciously,
Behavior man mistakenly
Declares piss-poor memory,
Comments ignored by Inuit,
Who prosper on bold timidity.