Arctic Antics
A crunch of snow
Alerts the prey
To freeze…
Or flee
A cat
Shakes it paws
Thinking
“shoulda used the litter box”
A dog
Rolls happily
Wrestling
Its inner puppy
The metallic sound
Of shovels
Mutes
The mumbled curses
Sparrows wait
For sunrise warmth
And the boring
Breakfast special
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