Fields
Of frost
Crunch under
Our cold, webbed feet
As we nuzzle plants
To find their juicy roots.
Icy air drives us to eat
From dawn to dusk to keep our heat.
Memories of balmy spring breezes
Help us survive the harsh winter freezes.
Frosty Food
wordsfromanneli 
January 31, 2026 at 12:26 am
That’s a nice photo of all of them in the field. So true, the pickings are becoming very slim for them.
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January 31, 2026 at 12:41 am
Are those birds geese, the white and dark ones? Are the brown ones Canada geese? Nice picture!
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January 31, 2026 at 3:05 am
Your poem is so true, the try to survive through wintertime, with minimum food. I just can’t understand how the tiny bids survive here.
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