out the window
i saw a few fidgety
squirrels and moles
having a lively
discussion with a
red winged blackbird,
their paws and
claws were flying
all about, and their
eyebrows were
arched, those that
had them,
and there was a
red fox there too,
and a deer, and they
were all together
talking with one
another about
the weather, and
how there was
nothing, nothing
they could do
about it, but it
was a heated
discussion about
snow coming in.
the wind and trees
going down,
how cold it was,
about the stream
being frozen, how
the nuts were
too deep under
the rock hard
ground. even the
trash, the raccoon
chimed in was
frozen solid in
those bags and
tightly bound.
Saturday, January 22, 2011
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