On a Snowy Winter Day

    As she prepares to eat her dinner, a routine that varies little on a day to day basis, a slight  movement caught in the corner of her eye causes her to scan her surroundings.  As she spys the source of movement, she smiles inwardly.  This also is a daily constant.  As their eyes meet across the expanse of yard, behind glass and fence respectively, there is a moment of careful connection.  A moment of observation of the differences of their worlds.  A speculation of the creature so different, yet so alike in instincts, as only a female, a child of the goddess would understand. With a graceful  nod of  her head, she returns to her meal. For a few moments her thoughts turn to survival.  The survival of all creatures, in this, one of the coldest, snowiest winters of her memory.  Realizing that those same instincts contain the knowledge required to move through the days ahead to greet another spring, she glances up in wonder.  Her counterpart is certainly a puzzle.  In awe of the continuation of life through all this adversity, she raises her face to her companion.  With a curious smile and a shake of her head, she comments on the strength that must be  needed to endure.  "I don't how they do it, these baffling creatures that close themselves up behind glass and wood.  Is it a type of hibernation?"  "No," confides her companion, " it's their inability to keep warm.  They remove their fur, you know."  As the two does stroll of toward their beds deep in the woods, the woman behind the glass wonders how they manage to stay warm through this, one of the coldest, snowiest winters of her memory.

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