Crow, on surviving the winter.

Please will hide,

     Light under bushel basket.

don’t wake up

let sleeping dogs sleep.

I’ll lie.

Step soft.

Breathe,

soft.

Seethe so silently.

You won’t see no part me – I’ll slant,

backyards, – tip-toe, – gingerly;

for,

rows,

snow

slippery.

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