Balkan Lynx (Macedonia) The day the Balkan lynx went missing Dionysus wept, and the milk of Montenegran sheep was curdled in its depths. The milk of Montenegro’s sheep stained black with oaken gall soaked through the fractured karstic caves with bison on the walls. The bison drank the blackened milk and fed until they slept the day the Balkan lynx went missing and Dionysus wept. When the Balkan lynx shrunk in her den to hide her dying pups the Balkan sky grew dark again and all the grapes and all the wine went spilling from their cups. Her wiry coat and wary glance as she hunted rabbits down were the last of all the bristling things that stilled the winds and songbirds’ wings and vibrated the ground. When the Balkan lynx goes missing from the rocky hills of Thrace the springs run dry, the buzzards cry, the mountain hides its face; the piedmont flowers wilt and sour, the very granite shrinks – the farmers say, because the lynx left nothing in her place.