A still grey morning
\nSeemingly birds roosting elsewhere
\nSeems to me
\nChristmas lights
\nIn gardens shine divinity is on the line
\nOut in the forest
\nLess cars be
\nPeople still at home
\nAnd we
\nWho normally would drive somewhere
\nAre resting
\nEven less aware
\nOut in the woods
\nPeace reigns high
\nWinters realm doth clearly lie
\nWild souls scamper too and fro
\nThe hunting people\u2019s numbers grow
\nTanked up on the sparkling wine
\nIt\u2019s the sun that doesn\u2019t shine
\nCongregate and hunt for Hares
\nHunt for Fox however rare
\nIt\u2019s what drives the fickle mind
\nSober never underlined
\nDo they ponder on the Hare
\nDo they ponder on the Deer
\nMindfully who venture out
\nUnknowingly of what\u2019s about
\nThe snorting hounds
\nThe grubbing scent
\nCracking whips and hounds in flight
\nHopeful of a bloodied bite<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
A still grey morning Seemingly birds roosting elsewhere Seems to me Christmas lights In gardens shine divinity is on the line Out in the forest Less cars be People still at home And we Who normally would drive somewhere Are … Continue reading