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It’s Winter
Changing, they can feel it.
The animals are scurrying.
As winter pushes out the fall
Gives reason for their hurrying.
The woods are filled with worry.
They’ll prepare for what is coming.
Colder weather, maybe snow
For them can be quite numbing.
Fur and feathers are not enough
To shield what winter brings.
They gather food and shelter
That will carry them to spring.
It’s winter, final details met.
It will have to be enough.
They huddle together, settle in
For winters can be rough.
I watch them through my window.
The beauty of their survival.
All the best, we’ll meet again
With the spring's arrival.
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