Under the hedges the ground was still like a frozen brick,
Cracks zig zagged over the surface leaving gaps,
Where old Jacomus in his wild dance,
Would whirl and freeze as if in a trance,
Robins and Thrushes vainly search for grains and grubs,
Along with the scampering long tailed mouse,
His whiskers a twitching sensing out a louse,
Badgers warm and...
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