Harshness of Winter
Winter chills air;
birds flock and feed from berries
before the famine
Sheep graze greedily;
Keen eyed buzzards pick off prey
nature's bleak beauty
When winter is done;
Birds will welcome spring and sing
for joy each new dawn
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