the view from the car window as I left
for town this morning

cold, busy day

cold in my head and early to bed

and as I lay in bed, I think
about our mockingbird in the bare
dogwood tree this morning

and think about his song that takes
us sweetly through the days and
nights of the warm seasons

and wonder where he is
at nine o’clock on a frigid winter

“God bless the little things this Christmastide,
all the little wild things that live outside;
little cold robins & rabbits in the snow
Give them good faring &
a warm place to go”

-Margaret Murray