Red Red Robin
You are the master of your territories
And greet me warmly when I visit your home
We wear our bloodied aprons with pride
Jenny Wren
Tiny Jemmy Wren
You shelter meekly
Against the winter winds
I offer you my home
But you prefer the frozen fields
Kite
You glide above the winter fields
Oblivious to the bright chilled air
It is said that many creatures
Enjoy your majestic theatre
From their places of silent retreat
Pigeons
You are called vermin by some
Rats with wings
An unkindness I think
For your hospitality
Shades us all
Crow
Master Bird
Your kingdoms stretch far
But your reign is unstable
As you are familiar
With your many subjects
Buzzard
Great Buzzard
Beneath this stone
Resurrect yourself
We have an understanding
Magpie
The contours of the waves
Are broken by shafts of brilliant sunlight
A solitary magpie awaits the night
It will not sleep as it is counting the stars
The Cold Service of all the Nights
I did not witness your birth
Nor will I see your demise
I accept this
You have watched me for so many years
Without emotion
But our friendship endures this comedy
Cold Moon/White Queen
Let me caress your breast White Queen
Let me touch your broken heart
So that we may grieve together
Cold Moon
You have many masks
Each thinner than the last
I have removed the summer varnish from your portraits
And left them alone in the frost fields
Where they will be far away from your obstructions
The Cat with the Green Head
The cat with the green head
Does not celebrate Christmas
For it is illiterate
And stares at ducks
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My Smiling Confederates
Let us celebrate this season with joy
And ignore the hardships of the needy
For the mire of their despondency
Does not even stain our boots