The magical man appears dressed in white on a bike
The magical man appears dressed in black and walking his dog
I am not a koala
The outdoor halls have been decked
Roping and white lights around the garage, the front door
A small concolor fir staked in the front yard, sparkling white lights on it
Soon my friend's kids and I will make peanut-butter-covered pinecones, dried orange slices, strings of cranberry and popcorn
The squirrels will feast
Each winter, so far, a flock of robins descends on the small pond in the backyard
Each spring, they peck the grassy hillside alone or in pairs
A single starling pecks amongst them
Perhaps they lost their flock
Perhaps they preferred the peacefulness of the robins to the wartime maneuverings of starling hordes
Perhaps they yearn for a red breast
I want two breasts and two legs
I have eaten the chicken salad
I am snuggling with Hanna on the couch
She is tired from days of hiking
I am collecting small prints of animals, each with a brave, just heart
