The Kitchen Looks Out The Window

The kitchen looks out the window
at the spirits of trees that have gone away
for the winter and the evergreens
that have stayed.
I hear through my skin
a neighbor barking at his dog
the woodpecker slamming his door
and a former maple tree scratching to get in.
A lone turkey hunts acorns
and a happiness of deer
cavorts in the snow
because it is not yet deep.

Copyright © 2006 Elizabeth Caffrey All rights reserved
from Sweet Annie & Sweet Pea Review
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