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Primal Cold

By John I. Blair

This November night we got a taste
Of the primal cold that fills space.

Tiny lizards who boldly creep
Across my window screens
Are sheltered in some leafy place;

Finches, fat from eating sunflower seeds,
Fluff feathers deep inside the hollies,
Cherishing the warmth absorbed
On softer afternoons;

And furry animals
Like coons and possums,
Cats and dogs and people,
Sleep snuggled up together,
Savoring their friendships.

2016 John I. Blair, 11/19/2016


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