A Field In Winter
A field in winter
frosted with fresh-fallen snow
cloaks the mole, mouse, and magpie
hunting in hunger.
The hawk swoops down with keen eye
to crash the feasting party.
Copyright © Linda Alice Fowler | Year Posted 2023
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