Winter Feasts

Stripped bare

By autumns theft,

Skeletal now

Her frigid branches

Ache

To touch the warmth

Of rising Sol.

Dormouse, dormant

Curled deep

In winters sleep

Scratched out by

Hungry Fox.

Opportunist he,

He watches waiting

As Redbreast bobs

Through evergreen

Bearing

Seasons berries.

And distracted by

Her luscious feast of

Rich red rubies

Becomes easy fare

Feathers

On his winter table.

Jingle Poetry at Gooseberry Gardens prompt is:  Snow, December, Winter Vacations and Wildness.

Also posted re The Poetry Pantry # 80 at Poets United.

I must admit to being lazy and greatly slightly unprepared for Christmas, hence I have taken the easy way out and stolen an earlier (written in May)  post from t’other much neglected blog (Puzzelicious).

Merry Christmas folks!

Anna :o]