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 Rain turning to snow

horizontal to the ground,

trees bent, rebounding, bent again,

soaked songbirds snagging sunflower seeds

from the feeder.

We are warm, dry, lucky.

It never rains in here, 

or suffers the wind to blow.

The deer with the injured leg

is still alive, my daughter tells me.

 

It does not get any better than this.