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
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