L Milton Hankins Poet Monorhyme

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 January 17, 2022 at 8:01 PM Winter from your living room window, that is the place, inside! Nicely done. L Milton Hankins January 17, 2022 at 8:23 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 January 17, 2022 at 3:18 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 January 17, 2022 at 12:09 PM It was a positive spot in the cold of this winter storm.