with no snow here
there are no tracks
like you see
yet
i notice scratchings
around the sprouting
bulbs and smile
it does not matter which i prefer
flowers or creatures for the choice
is not mine
there are also little holes
here and there .the hope
is all are snug
i too have a break soon
to be quiet
with company
talking is ok yet we let
too much free. things
we felt were precious and particular
and are judged thereby
when i said i do not care
what they think, i think
that is true
after all we mostly do not know
what they think anyhows, only
what they say
then that can be lies
we do not have coyotes
here