The time eventually comes for us all to shuffle off this mortal coil and go to whatever waits for us beyond the curtain. This applies to animals as well and I am sorry to say that I believe my brave pal Hopalong, a foxy visitor to my garden since late October, has hopped off onContinue reading “Tables turned on those beastly hunters in a Vulpine Valhalla”
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January
by John Updike The days are shortThe sun a sparkHung thin betweenThe dark and darkFat snowy footstepsTrack the floorMilk bottles burstOutside the door.The river isA frozen placeHeld still beneathThe trees of lace.The sky is lowThe wind is gray.The radiatorPurrs all day.
Robin's Nest 