the_winter_birds_at_robin_hill c r 0 w l ask for little but crushed corn they come dressed in feather fluff bellies full with comfort they linger in the absence of danger risking silent snowfall burying their previous day's tracks 100108 ... unhinged birds don't stay here in the winter the silence is deafening the only sound the click clacking of naked branches 100109 ... cccrrrro00owwwlll red headed woodpecker clamps itself to the porch post comes to feed or claim it first? bluejay would rather have catfood leaving snowshoe prints flashing blue moving dream 100109 what's it to you? who go blather from