Day 28 Predawn:Haibun Journey — View from my Window

I gaze out the window in the predawn blackness as I prepare turkey and yam for my in-laws. The cold seeps through the glass. My thoughts turn to my bird feeder, which sits empty, one side coated with snow. The suet feeder has been swiped again, stupid raccoon. I ponder whether I should brave the cold while I’m up and put out food. The question really isn’t should I, but will I. Those adorable creature bring me such joy year round with their adoring antics. Really, how much colder could it be then standing here on the icy stone tiles waiting for a pot to boil

feathered friend
plumped out against the cold
last offerings eaten


day so cold
even the wren and Cardinal
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