Winter Sleet
Winter Sleet
2/23/2022
Miracle Man
Buckshot pellets from the sky,
many thinking I’m the bulls-eye.
Frigid cold they sting my skin,
should I be out, or have stayed in.
Could be enjoying a burning log,
but I’m here feeding a poor stray dog.
I’ll get her inside where its warm,
It appears her bees soon will swarm.
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2022
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