drey raze i don't know if he built it on his own or if its construction was a collaborative effort. i only know he's the one who tends to it now. before we got hit with some snow that was stubborn enough to stick, i watched him fill his mouth with leaves and bring them back to the place he calls home. such purpose in his stride. when he felt he'd gathered enough insulation, he broke thin twigs from balding branches with his teeth and gave shape to fronds and bracts that still don't know they're dead. he worked for an hour. maybe more. it was only after he'd done enough to kick the cold away a little longer that he ran to my feet. i offered him all the nourishment he needed. we stood together, knee-deep in our shared dreams, admiring what his small hands and immense heart had wrought. 230126 what's it to you? who go blather from