Autumn

The leaves are turning red,

The birds have gone away;

A nip is in the air again,

The skies are turning gray.

 

Cold gusts are blustering,

Blowing through the night;

Autumn squirrels bustling,

Preparing for the fight.

 

Mama bear lays down to rest,

Her work this year is done;

Her cubs are grown and gone away,

Searching for a home.

 

Me I just take a blanket,

Relax by the fire;

Think about the weather, shiver

Move closer to the fire.

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