White covers every surface,
blanket tucking me in,
cold and comforting safe and warm.
Nothing disturbs my peace,
until.. my squirrel resident.
Trees support them, they support us,
He curls in tight,
and keeps me warm,
in bed he rests, goodnight friend.
All is grey white,
the air is frozen,
A dark winter is coming soon.
when branches turn barren ,
it`s hard to remember,
that our forest shall bloom again.
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