The snow  has covered the ground, for the past,
Four or five days, the air temperature outside,
Staying around twenty degrees, the beautiful,
White covering, will be around, another day.
Looking out my window, across Maxwell’s creek,
I can see, through the leafless trees, a deer,
Roaming around, in Schooley’s woods, with the white,
Background, a wonderful sight to see. The squirrels,
Leave their nest, racing down the bark, of the tall trees,
Amazing, with the snow covered ground, they have a,
Way of knowing, where they buried, nuts, for their winter feed.
In my view, no buildings, utility poles, or people do my eyes see,
Just beautiful, mother nature, staring at me.


                                     The original: Tom maxwell  © 1/14/2023 A.D.

Ah - ick coats the tongue.
Agh, let me just lick this up.
Gotta get it off.

Bald cypress leaves droop
Somber caress from spring wind
Geese honk overhead

twilight and the night animals spit raw
it's their time

timid by day   held under spell
now their time   to hold a great red court

It's dangerous
But gorgeous
Nature's beauty
Filled the minds
Roaring, scoring buzz
Scratching, crawling hum
Soothing whispers of gale
Shadows dance on ancient bark,
Whispering tales of the woods' dark.

The first time I met them,
I was met with silence;
These who did not speak.
They were unfamiliar with communication.
They were silent, but pondering beasts.
They looked up to me
With eyes full of fear.
Such beautiful innocence
When you lashed out at me,
For you were only trying to protect yourself
At what you perceived as dangerous.
But I placed my hand on your shoulder,
I rested my head against yours.
In your confusion,
I embraced you.

I know why the most wounded
Feel safest with animals
An animal never hides its nature
It just is
Allowing the world to adjust around it
However it will.
People aren’t like that
They hide their nature
to adjust those around them
To mire their free will
People are hardly animals at all,
Anymore.
Which is more dangerous.

once trapped in between metal and wood, the mouse forfeits its life to the higher power
for its own foolishness and yearning for livelihood led it to the clamping jaws of death
the mischief goes without mourning, for deadweight is doomed to the side of the road regardless.
the tiny mouth of a mouse can only squeak so loudly, but the sound is drowned out by the snapping of its fragile bones like a branch of a tree falling
this is an infinite purgatory
rodents aren't reborn, and will always be invaluable to all species but themselves.
everything dies, but the hungry are murdered.

i rest in the corner of a cubic room, stuck in my fate.
i wish not for the best of life, or for a new one afterword
i know my valueless existence will be replaced down the line.
the days flash by and what is left of me is rot, clinging to the bones that make me the weak and deformed being i am.
people would save me if i wasn't a bottom feeder.
a perfect puppy, full of life and joy.
maybe just a bird, wing snagged by a predator whilst trying to ****** food.
i'm not ugly, am i?
am i not worth companionship?
i'm not even worth the food i find for my family.
the world was mine once.
to be free to wander again, without having to worry about being fooled or trapped.
i should be too young to die, but i'm too clever to live.