My Flamingos are shivering today
They are made of metal and
Have been fairly steady and reliable
Through all of the seasons up to now
But when the temperature is cold
That would be minus four or five
And the wind blowing at twenty mph
Even the sturdiest of us begin to buckle
A few weeks ago in Florida
The birds moved just enough
To avoid the alligators
They seemed content in the
Warm/hot weather
They adjust as nature has provided
Never a harsh word or complaint
Tomorrow is always a new day
We barely get ourselves shoveled out
Of twenty-four inches of snow,
Exhausting the snow-blower in the process
Now wait for a delivery of something newer,
More powerful and dependable
Snow is in the forecast so the race is on
Do we get the machine in time or
Spend our moments feeding the birds
Five or six inches of light snow is not much
But without equipment and over ice, will
Most certainly manifest a major problem
Prayer seems futile in times as these
The facing up is what is important
Attack before the avalanche
I look out at my birds
They seem to nod in agreement
Stanski
December 11, 2019 ^
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