Hazy sun morning;
Small birds peck at the feeder;
Frost is on the field.
Birds leap branch to branch
High on the tall leafless tree.
Crow struts in the field.
Football in the yard;
It's laid unused for two days.
Won't someone kick it?
You have to look twice:
A fur clump, a tail and leaves.
The dead raccoon melts.
Leaves in the stream bed;
No sign of water or ice.
Just winter's stillness.
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