The snow settles <br />on the bourgeoning <br />honeysuckle leaves <br />around our <br />kitchen door <br /> <br />It looks like <br />fake blossom <br /> <br />Our cat is stationed <br />under the nesting birds <br />twittering in the tree <br />at the bottom <br />of the garden <br /> <br />Shivering in his <br />thick fur coat <br /> <br />And I determinedly <br />slip, slip, slip <br />across the road <br />for my <br />morning paper <br /> <br />Trying out my <br />new sandals<br /><br />Maureen Pickford<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pretending-39/
