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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.

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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.

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.

L Milton Hankins
Date: 1/17/2022 12:09:00 PM

It was a positive spot in the cold of this winter storm.