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The Understated Joys of Crows and Bedroom Slippers
The morning lawn is white
with frost and mist
And speckled black with a
claque of sneaky crows
Bullying the little birds
aside for the seeds
Before the squirrels are
up to contend for them
Into my Christmas slippers
I push my feet
Slowly so as not to
startle the birds
But they spy me through
the window and rustle off
In insolent protest
against all men
Because their feet are
cold and mine are hot
Since I have slippers, and
the crows have not!
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