Writing daily about my journeys through books, movies and plays along with poetry, story, or an occasional wander into ideas, opinions or rants.
Huddled and puffed
against the cold.
Heads hunched
into fluffed feathers.
Pecking and poking
at frozen breakfast.
“Alas! He is cold, he cannot answer me.”
~ Mary Shelley, Frankenstein
(Today it rained.)
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