1
Wings held flat-out
Glint of white tail
counter-clockwise high and smooth swirl
I wish, like a bald eagle,
I could glide in the sky.
2
Chili oil repels
gray squirrels, bird-seed raid.
When I heave open the sliding door
the squirrel jumps from the balcony railing
feet flung-out like
a flying squirrel-suit man.
Down thirty feet, he plops,
cushioned by snow
clambers up the oak.
I wish I could leap for my life
and land on my cushioned feet.
3

Powdery foot prints
a dragging trail mark
paths on the icy pond.
A fox is hungry.
How I wish I were light on the ice.
4
Coco finds antlers in the snow,
shed since the fall,
no need for them now.
Mate fought for and possessed.
How I wish I could shake my head,
wrestle away my troubles.