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By April A. Severin I peel a black squirrel from the world in which he is frozen near the curb on Main Street West - a world of black snow and litter His enemy parked next to him as pedestrians disregard his predicament I carry Tail In The Air from the world in which he is frozen place him in the warmth of fresh Snow under an old Maple Tree at the edge of Dundurn Park with sacred Tobacco so his body may return to Turtle Island and to honour his Spirit |