Just little sun light was given by the sky,
but earth was glad to get and little one.
Naked trees pulled up thin branches and the night
was slowly giving up to autumn dawn.
There was no wave of frigid ruthless wind.
Thin threads of birches have stiffened. They looked like
a limpid screen. It hid small timid tits
from huge dark hawks which flew across the sky.
The limpid shelter gave the tits some pluck.
They jumped not looking at the soaring hawks.
They stuck together, tagging branches, to cast
more chilling fear into the dark foes.
Thea, 13.11.2024
A limpid shelter
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