Red apples on snow-covered tree limbs
Drop to the ground for cracked corn.
Feathers plump against winter’s breath.
Pretty as a still life, these apples.

Dove shaped pears appear to have fallen
Onto the roof of the feeder.
Further into the wood,
A mourning call.

The mischievous squirrel arrives,
Long-jumping from pine limb,
Stuffing his fat jaws
Hoping for a short winter.

All this observed by eyes behind a window -
Our winter entertainment center;
Warm seats and hot buttered popcorn
From the theater kitchen.