The cold was bitter and wild.
It felt like Winter had arrived
even though the leaves were
still falling from the trees.
Early would be the word for sure.
Not even the birds had finished their flights.
Not one animal was prepared.
Not even me.
The boots were still in the attic.
The gloves and hats in the upper closet.
My coat was from Summer.
Still I managed to venture out into this fluffy world.
I had to get to the bird feeders.
They hang with silence without me.
Cold my fingers knew well.
Those gloves would have been friends today.
Scoops of seed made the birds visit.
As I walked back with snow in my shoes,
I noticed my cats sitting in the window.
Both watching with delight.
Their tails swinging back and forth.
I'd done my job even in the snow.
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~ JC ~