Winter of 2020 -
Eye to eye, like in a mirror, they stare,
morning after morning, Moon and her squirrel
acquaintance, through sliding glass.
sunflower seeds and walnuts
plated on the snow provide
a delicious lure, a simple cure
for this long, worrying, winter.
I have been warned there is
no hope of friendship,
their near acquaintance doomed
by spring’s opening doors.
A cat hunts till the end.
Yet, Sir Stephen said, “while
there is life, there is hope.”
Doors will open,
screened to be sure,
each day a little more.
The sun will warm the deck,
melt snow, unfurl our luminous
green and blue world. Perhaps
with sunflower seeds and walnuts
in a distant wood bowl,
sunflower seeds and walnuts
plated on the snow provide
a delicious lure, a simple cure
for this long, worrying, winter.
I have been warned there is
no hope of friendship,
their near acquaintance doomed
by spring’s opening doors.
A cat hunts till the end.
Yet, Sir Stephen said, “while
there is life, there is hope.”
Doors will open,
screened to be sure,
each day a little more.
The sun will warm the deck,
melt snow, unfurl our luminous
green and blue world. Perhaps
with sunflower seeds and walnuts
in a distant wood bowl,
a leash to tether Moon,
their near acquaintance
their near acquaintance
can endure,
eye to eye, morning to morning,
like in a mirror.
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