A crumb pecked by a blue jay
Fat and happy, he gobbled it
Blue jay outside, me inside
The sky turning gray
Hours later his perch unseen
Globs of white fluff now heaped
Forcing all upright to hang low
I bundle up and venture outside
I shuffle through five inches of
this most new and unwelcomed guest
Moments later, I'm startled
A loud cracking noise echoes
the breaking and splintering
make me freeze in my tracks
A sparrow darts from a bush
Equally shaken and unsure
Where can he now rest?
How many more will fall?
No one knows, but all pray
Our creation is groaning
My heart yearning for spring
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