A winter’s
tale
Long nights
and dim days
Hand on
cat’s tail
No heave,
ho!
Snow on the
rusty freighter
But a
seagull cries
Moon’s
notchy sickle
A blaring
siren passing
Hopefully
not dad
To boldly go
As far as
hell
But no one
dares
Winter’s
windy night
Light
pouring from a window
Then
darkness again
Deep clouds
rushing by
Wind blowing
though solemn trees
Crow’s
tattered plumage
Truck’s
throttle stirring
Throstle
picks for worms in vain
Spring isn’t
ready yet
Snow on
forest road
Crow
scraping in fallen leaves
Christmas is
over
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