Frigid
Cold wins blow across
My weary bones
Feathered icicles
Hanging high above home
Downey woodpecker
Eating a suet mix
Nature’s inadequacy
For a protein fix
Cats watch behind
Glass doors
Phantasms erupt
On litter laden floors
Feathered shadows
Creeping in my door
Sultry winter
Crystal icicles
Creatures on my floor
Warming sun
Shrinks the creatures range
Infatuation of darkness
Mentally so strange
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