While I wait for the coffee to steep in the morning, I look out the window to check out the world. I might see a cardinal or two, a flock of juncos scavenging under the feeders, three or four squirrels chasing each other around, or any of an assortment of other small creatures. This was my view a few days ago.
still too dark to tell for sure
probably a mourning dove
perched above the curlicue
on the snowy front porch rail
like a fluffy finial
staring through the glass at me
wondering what I might be
but still too dark to see
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