The Frosty Forest Glade

Frostily waits the forest

White glistens the dewy shade

As sunlight dapples the tree stems

In this frosty glade

Soft feathers huddled closely

as in their nest unstirred

waiting for the springtime

the myriad forest birds

There, deep in hibernation

Mice, squirrels, ferrets, voles

slumber away the winter

in subterranean holes.

The deer and foxes, badgers

wander aimlessly round

In painful winter hunger

No food there to be found.

And man the interloper

Comes to this bare Idyll

Warm in his fur lined Jacket

Seeking prey to kill.

Not to stave off hunger

food for family or friends

No just a way to while away

Yet another boring weekend.

 A Poem By Al.Sepert

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