naked limbs bidding goodbye
cold winter wind passing by
geese in formation a beauty
shadows sweeping across valley
strings of violin weeping, slow
so clear now, not a sign of snow
waking from slumber, very hungry
barely walk like robot in a tray
searching for insects to munch
sun glare hurt her eyes maybe
marking her domain looking around
just like me, sitting on a mound
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