Still
The wind does whip in a brisk way
Taking away the next breath today
But, the brook gurgles and giggles
Chip the chipmunk runs and wiggles
Down the dark hole, into the ground
Armed with acorns that he has found
As the cold wind slows down to a sigh,
Pinecones stay so still, so am I
Heidi Sands
10/17/20
Copyright © Heidi Sands | Year Posted 2020
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