Anthony Bianco Poet Rhyme

Red Feathered Hut

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A blizzard is coming; everyone's in a rush
a cardinal pips a song about mercy
then retreats into his red feathered hut~
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People scurrying about gathering things
eaves are quickly collecting ivory dust
above hacking shovels and sweet gasoline~
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Plowmen and salters are smoothing the ruts
wind chimes lie silent as playground swings
quietly praying for the strays and the bums~
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Mercifully it's over, drifts framing the morning
the crooner comes out of his red feathered hut
pips a song about the charity of pine trees and sun.  
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2/10/19

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Caren Krutsinger February 10, 2019 at 2:42 PM This poem has a magical feeling that no words can hope to express half as well.