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Poem written for and submitted to “One Frosty Winter Eve,” poetry contest, Tom Woody, sponsor, December 7, 2025.
MISPLACED SCARF-One Frosty Winter Eve
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At half past five, when the streetlights blinked on,
Mrs. Henderson patted her pockets—then frowned.
Her favorite scarf, the wool one with ducks,
had vanished between the bus stop and Dunk's.
She retraced her steps past the slurping snowbanks,
peered into gutters half-clogged with ice,
even asked the displeased parking meter attendant,
who shrugged and resumed his existential crisis.
Meanwhile, two blocks down, a very large crow
tugged at something blue in the branches of a spruce.
A jogger slowed, squinted upward, and called,
Hey! That’s not yours!—but the crow was no gracious goose.
It cackled, triumphant, and launched into flight,
scarf trailing like some bizarre kite tail.
Mrs. Henderson, rounding the corner, gasped,
then burst out laughing—what else to do?
The crow dropped it (finally!) near the old diner,
where it landed, quite softly, on a snowman’s neck.
The snowman, indifferent, stared straight ahead.
Mrs. Henderson sighed, tucked it in, stepped back.
Keep it, she murmured. You’ll need it more.
And the scarf stayed put—at least till the thaw.
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