IN THE QUIET OF THE ANIMALS
In quiet times here
Animals come to eat, chat,
To scold and to wait
Turkeys head down roads
Fatter than expected now
Winter being Cold
Deer sing for apples
You can hear the silent song
Brouse is gone - hungry...
Skunks stink in hollows
Near this place on icy roads
We call it Skunk Drive
Gray Squirrel is bossy
Sasses me - hates granola -
Prefers plain peanuts
No raccoons up here
They like warmer places now -
Went down the mountain
Four Blue Jay families
Went down to Jackson for warmth
Won't be back til Spring
No birds at Feeders
None singing in the trees here
They knew when to leave
Chilled to the marrow
We humans struggle with Cold
Turn up the heat now
Spring will come, surely...
We are going to hope more:
Winter, End. It's Time....
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