Snowed Under

A predictable and rising pattern this season, shoveling.

Now permitted near the door, a shovel and furry boots.

Sleepily and somewhat blithely, undertaking a new pastime of mine.

Everyone else in the nest, favoring something to view from the warmer side of the window.

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