A fat furry squirrel
Runs across the freezing wires
Fleeing from the cold.
It's below zero
Yet sun shines and furnace hums,
And I still go out.
A frosted pine cone
Lying frozen on the ground,
As still as winter.
Waiting for breakfast
A bird sits on the feeder
Saying silent grace.
Even the shadows
Seem frozen and motionless
On this frozen day.
Rusted flat roller
Has waited since last summer;
Ever so patient.
Has waited since last summer;
Ever so patient.
Footprint and pine cone
Line in close proximity;
Don't know each other.
Line in close proximity;
Don't know each other.
Train yards of car tracks
Chris cross across the driveway
Calling past errands.
Chris cross across the driveway
Calling past errands.
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