Of the primal cold that fills space.
Tiny lizards who boldly creep
Across my window screens
Are sheltered in some leafy place;
Finches, fat from eating sunflower seeds,
Fluff feathers deep inside the hollies,
Cherishing the warmth absorbed
On softer afternoons;
And furry animals
Like coons and possums,
Cats and dogs and people,
Sleep snuggled up together,
Savoring their friendships.
©2016 John I. Blair, 11/19/2016