The Sparrows, the Cat, and the Onlooker

Stepping carefully, quietly, hopping

gently so as not to sink while finding food

tidbits among the snowbound weeds while five feet

away a black living machine of death stalks closer

closer until the Onlooker bangs on the kitchen

window and everyone splits off leaving lots of

white snow softly suffocating the weeds

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