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On this particular December day, snow fell.
So it was we acquired new scenery, and
our outlook adjusted accordingly;
paused by the window, and let it
develop slowly, blanket and fluff.
A squirrel flicked its tail,
a robin redbreast perched, too spirited
to spite, and a pigeon took
the aerial view in what appeared to be
its stride.
Down on the pavements,
the idea of making snowballs,
chucking them,
seemed only the human thing to do. |
