Days of Cold and Gray
Days that are cold and gray
bid me stay in the house
warm, safe and tucked away.
From my window i watch
creatures foraging for food
guarding each storage notch.
Life is simple for some
but still hard and demanding
fighting for every crumb.
They play their chase me games
then quarrel over food
greeting the morning unashamed.
Little creatures of the wood
sing and play despite the cold
praising God for life as it unfolds.
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