late december songbirds scatter after the hawk's arrival

sunrise even the coffee maker pauses

wake-up call the squirrel on the roof again

birding together we stop holding hands to adjust our binoculars

coffee maker sputtering the steam of this day quickly disappearing

sharing a slice of pumpkin pie I feel the warmth of your smile

snowy owl sighting so many people and none of us talking

december 1 before I've recovered from November's bills

morning traffic a killdeer trying to navigate the divide on a divided highway