Brown squirrel chirps a warning clear
A selfless deed for all to hear
Caressing breeze of icy air
Whispers of it's mountain lair
Alpine bows cupped with snow
Like open palms that hands would show
Steady drips of dying flakes
Echo through the forest breaks
Woodpecker cries with loneliness
Wanton needs from winters stress
Each spirit on it's own
To fight their best and call this home
RD
