A Winter's Gift (a Haiku)

Winter's special gift,

Quilts of white, lovingly spread.

Draped over limbs of trees,

Where grey squirrels slip to bed.

Red Wings gather close,

As their chattering is heard,

A warming tactic,

By such an intelligent bird.

Field mice hide in nests,

Safe, deeply within the ground,

Warmed by earth and moss,

Devoid of Wintery sound.

As I lie in bed,

Soft pillows beneath my head,

Without fears or dread,

Out, I'd rather be, instead.

Morning's snow shall be,

The delightful white I'll see.

Childhood memory's glee,

Then I'd run and play, so free.

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