Who Are These Fat Birds ?

Who are these fat birds?

These bullies that take over?

They eat, eat and fight.

It's bitter cold now;

Sun mottles snow on the ground.

Bird feeder's empty.

Wind bellows in woods;

Snow plow rumbles up the road;

Winter has arrived.

Inhospitable

Cold wind rushes up the road;

(Doesn't pass me by.)

Two garbage pails rest;

One lies against the other.

(Keep warm in the cold.)

In this bitter cold

The stream bed still has mirrors.

Ice has not triumphed.

The deep dark forest--

Still deep but no longer dark:

The deep white forest.

A single brown leaf

Hangs from a slender stem--

Casts its own shadow.

Giant loud insect

Spins noisily through the sky,

Shuddering the air.