Scurries the auburn,
many-footed furball
seeking a safe nest,
lest winter's angry breath
crushes its life,
sucking out its portion of chi.
Humans wrap and cover,
animals hibernate,
insects hide in places unseen,
'til Spring's longer rays
wake them,
warm them into
a newer season of Life.
Cooler breezes,
duller greens,
brighter hues of
fire and sun,
showering leaves of gold
and loamy browns
whisper to all:
"Make ready your rest,
guard your slumber,
and may it be a gentle night."
Day 28
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