Snow blankets the scented gardenbuilding up on shrubs and trees
Soil freezes, berries harden
hard to live in times like these.
Stirred from sleep by meager bedding
Nightkin blinks in light of days -
burrows under eaves while shedding
precious fats to winter’s gaze.
Under shelter of the steeple
where the snow has drifted in
evidence of human people
footprints of the bigger kin.
Here he finds discarded tissue
serviette and biscuit crumb
winter cold no more an issue
Nightkin curls in dreamer’s numb.
