I've been thinking about this poem and decided to bring it out from under it's winter wraps and share it one more time :-)
Winter LIfe
Under boughs of evergreen
beneath cold dirt you'll find
little rooms in tidy nests
for critters of every kind.
Grey mice and squirrels; chipmunks, too,
seek shelter from winter's air
They burrow a furrow and line the end
with some of their soft, warm fur.
They venture out on warmish days
and skitter across the snow
to search for food and stretch their limbs...
then it's back to the evergreen boughs.
beneath cold dirt you'll find
little rooms in tidy nests
for critters of every kind.
Grey mice and squirrels; chipmunks, too,
seek shelter from winter's air
They burrow a furrow and line the end
with some of their soft, warm fur.
They venture out on warmish days
and skitter across the snow
to search for food and stretch their limbs...
then it's back to the evergreen boughs.
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