A Winter’s Day

I saw a mouse in the woodpile

Well aware of the morning frost

Setting fodder aside for those days

When going outside would be a loss

The fence hums in the gusting wind

Sending shivers down my spine

Reminding me to not be alone

When the storms arrives with its full mind

A cricket chirps by the fireplace

It makes me wonder what they eat

How long can he survive in a house

Will he live without the growing heat

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by Bill Ferguson

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