Winter Abode

by Mark Nenadov


Silent night—put more bricks on the fire
                tonight is the final night
when the snow owl flies—so light up your pipe
be alert
you’re frozen to the core
                you wise old man
owlish in all your ways
swallow your pride
smell the delight of the winter night
don’t you hide
                throw chalky bricks on the fire
and light your pipe
                it’s warm inside.

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