Ravens

On a cold crisp winter morning, 38 degrees, no wind, no ice, With sunrise still minutes away, Not bothered by the chilly air Noisy ravens squawk and perch nearby Bundled in coats and sweaters Woolen gloves and thick socks Unlike the ravens, My neighbors are not so enthused Let the raven nosily seek his morning meal I see no need to be rambunctious or explore the chilly air I will sit and warm myself with a morning cup of steeped tea Bundled in my robe and sweater Woolen gloves and thick socks Unlike the ravens, I am not so enthused