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It was a day of gray windy spins and rolls
 howling through the mighty naked oaks
where cold and rain fell to ice laden shiverings
 and a wall of white stormed in
to pierce the air and blind the eye;
 
piercing rays of sun easily faded
 to haunting images traversing the brown laid grass
and the robins flit and fluttered in the holly branches
 churning and picking away the fruited berries
 that fell willingly to the frozen earth;

starling scavengers slipped in the breeze
 colliding with the wild dance of every branch
then unexpectedly, as I glanced up from my laptop
 flew the snow to the left and to the right
not knowing which way to go;

the birds in flight fell to the ground
 puffed red bellied robins pushed to their limits
edging in the cover of leaves in the bush and brush
 gathering in clustered groups 
cemented in the light layered fallen snow;

they scattered on the ice and in the piled leaves
 pecking and pilfering whatever they could find
as the snow fell more heavily each resisited the move
 until the blizzard like winds blinded the view
and each was separated one from another;

then came the winds return
 a wild heyday shifting them in tornadic tossings
untethered to the earthen squall moanings
 they struggled to stay but in a moment, 
one by one, they were gone.

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