A cold Monday morning

The birds
in the bleak mid-winter, before dawn
tucked in the trees,
quiet, waiting, sleeping.

The deer
somewhere in the the woods
grazing in familiar places, 
perhaps they will come to my door 
for corn.

Later, I will put hot water
in the bird bath to melt the ice.


(C) Glenda Kotchish January 2022

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