In the parks cold outdoor winter cafe
Huddled to my cardboard cup
Of hot Americano coffee
I sit and just watch
The dogs bark
The people walk
The joggers jog, grim faced
And a man skis, on wheels
The wind blows through the trees
Void of leaves
With the views of castle and city
Grey and sleeping
A squirrel
Sifts through the blanket of leaves
Watched by the lone Magpie
I salute him
I take another sip