ENVY OF THE MISCHIEVOUS MARAUDERS
It’s an early muddled morn on a snowy winter day
It’s an early muddled morn on a snowy winter day
Undeterred the bushy tailed knaves are at play
Among the pines beyond the pane of frosty window glass
As I watch in amazement slumped in a pajama-ed morass
I envy their whimsical tricks on the limbs bowed with snow
Their antics unaffected by the watchful cat below
As they walk the swaying branches like agile tightrope walkers
They refuse intimidation by their obvious waiting stalkers
They leap and spring with unbridled “mischievity”
For this they show enviable proclivity
As I can only huddle here and dream of how it must be
To live life high in the oaks and laugh at humanity
c l schrage
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