Blizzard

It was bitter cold out

but she was used to

that. Thankfully she had

a long down coat that

covered even her toes

if she sat just right. So

she rested, hunkered,

now and then tilting

her head to dump the

cap of fallen snow from

where it piled, hat-like.

Waiting for breakfast

to present itself. She

thought herself alone,

not knowing I was close

at hand, watching...

a winter owl.