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An Extremely Lucky Fellow

The ground is white with powdery snow
Thankfully, I have no place I need to go,
The arctic north wind has ceased to blow,
I see one bird outside, a large black crow
He flexes his wings occasionally for show,
In yonder meadow stands a single doe
Despite the frigid cold, she’s wary of a foe,
The fox she saw skulking in a near hollow
All is peaceful, the atmosphere is mellow,
And I feel like an extremely lucky fellow.

Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2022

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Miranda Hawley Date: 1/17/2022 8:01:00 PM Winter from your living room window, that is the place, inside! Nicely done. Login to Reply L Milton Hankins Date: 1/17/2022 8:23:00 PM Thank you so much, Miranda. Yes, although I did have to go out to take my niece to the hospital today. We didn't have any problem navigating the streets in her four-wheel drive truck.

Caren Krutsinger Date: 1/17/2022 3:18:00 AM Sounds peaceful, delightful and serene. "I see one bird outside, a large black crow He flexes his wings occasionally for show," That would have been enough for me, but the rest is sprinkles on top of this brownie. Login to Reply L Milton Hankins Date: 1/17/2022 12:09:00 PM It was a positive spot in the cold of this winter storm.