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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.

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Sotto Poet

February 8, 2023 at 1:38 PM

Quite creative, Linda, but also a touch melancholy. Fantastically written; the use of alliteration and vivid winter images does a fantastic job of capturing the season. Congratulations

Linda Alice Fowler

February 8, 2023 at 2:06 PM

Life's cycle Lasaad. Nature has her own idea of conservation. Thanks for stopping by! :)

William Kelii Kekaula

February 8, 2023 at 12:59 PM

Darkness sheds light humor on the survival of the fittest, an admirable elimination process, Linda, Aloha William

Linda Alice Fowler

February 8, 2023 at 2:04 PM

Ah, the nature of nature. I'm thinking they should have dined in William. LOL

Sam Kauffman

January 9, 2023 at 1:35 PM

Very original and a little sad Linda. Wonderfully composed with splendid alliteration and imagery that paints this moment in winter! Best wishes for the contest. Blessings for the new year.

Linda Alice Fowler

January 10, 2023 at 1:43 PM

A little sad, but that is the way of Nature, yes? I appreciate you comments Sam. Thanks for stopping by. Blessings right back at you!