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White winter solstice A beautiful, small bird sings Of a perfect life

She has her home controls her territory Neither, ruthless nor cruel but cunning in her relentless determination She spins her web and waits Who will be the unsuspecting victim? The next meal flies by unknowing its fate Until it is too late When the prey is caught it knows only to struggle Which simply serves to make matters worse Thus, sealing its fate Wings flapping, fanning, flopping in a frenzy of agonizing desperation It’s horrid last moment’s goes unnoticed Except for the spider She cocks her head longingly The strands of the web vibrate like sweet music beneath her feet The time has come her wait is over Two teenage girls walk by and stare at the web in admiration They giggle knowingly Soon it will be their time to devise their own design

Cold winter solstice An eternal, bold life sings whilst watching the death

Show kindness today Happy Thanksgiving to all Don’t talk politics