Jewels in the trees
the asphalt glazed with ice
Dog treads lightly
on this world
Even his breath, soft
white cumulus huffs
is beautiful. Above,
four crows in one tree
squawk at seven crows
in the adjacent tree. Dog
gives them a look. “Chill,”
it says, “chill.” The day
is clear as ice, sharp
as glass.
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