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Nov 2020
Freezing rain
How BEAUTIFUL
Things started to SHINE with ice

But

The  f r e e z i n g  rain kept coming.
Trees
GLISTENED like glass
And then b r o k e like glass.

Most animals were safe.
Not the pheasants
Their eyes  f r o z e  shut.

The pheasants.

Sat.

Helplessly.

In the roadside ditches
Blindfolded
With ice.
Adapted from a passage read in school
Written by
Julie Berners  13/F/Arkansas
(13/F/Arkansas)   
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