Days borrow time of frosty winter nights.
And nature feels soon coming of warm spring.
Dawn splashes cold light onto high snow and sparkles
revive landscape, which looks completely dim.
Long bluish looms then run from sudden light.
Small birds turn out them, singing on branches.
The flaring sun is rising up the line
of the horizon and like a huge cat
it's slowly slinking through dark frozen trees
in hope to catch there even if a one
bright-feathered bird. Snow's falling to thick feet
of the huge trees: the birds are flying up.
by Thea Ariss
10.02.2026
Morning hunting
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