Nature Notes

Winter bones are rattling. A late autumn wind is burying the fallen. Frost stipples the light of dawn. Storm gulls and hawks have chased the songbirds away. My black coat flaps like a broken crow wing. Halloween is immanent, it is coming with white-faced killer clowns. I have already eaten the KitKats put aside for the kids. Sugar-toothed search parties are seeking more chocolate ammo. The Fall is stripping like a day-time hooker. Meanwhile, pall-bearing squirrels slowly retreat to their well-stocked drays in somber array.