Bobcats playing in the snow
Alexa says it's time for snow,Well it is still winter I suppose.
With frostbite biting at our toes,
Oh what fun to live three below.
There'll be no birdie's that will sing.
Only the sound of teeth chattering,
Huddling up with frozen wings.
It must be cold in there treetop nest's.
Hope they've remembered to wear,
Their thermal underwear and vests
Seagulls stand on taxis without a care.
Is that because they know,
They can leave a deposit for their fare.
Do bobcats go bobsleighing.
On the frozen snow,
These are things I wished to know.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2024-01-10 at 10:48
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