The pika climbs the snowless slopes in hope of finding cooler climes. A tailless kin to hares, he shelters under stones to cope with rising temps within his furry skin. The ball of fur appears to roll than hop. From rock to rock, he gathers summer sedge and dries his store of winter food atop a stack of hay to give his life an edge. At lower elevations, glaciers melt and won’t return. Sierra summers grow. At higher elevations, showers pelt this chap. His drooping head awaits the snow. When climate changes fail to chill the sky, the sun’s increasing heat will kill this guy. André Le Mont Wilson morphed into a poet, writer, songwriter, and storyteller soon after his parents, both poets, died in 2012 eleven weeks apart, bequeathing him hundreds of poems. He performs around the San Francisco Bay Area where he lives. His essays and poetry have appeared in The New Engagement, Haiku Anthology, Page & Spine, Changing Harm to Harmony, Wordgathering, and The Society of Classical Poets.