people have their homes (or homeless shelters) with roofs and walls and fish can dive deep to find constant temperatures and furry animals can burrow and dig and bugs, well bugs all end up dying pretty quick anyway, but birds live in the branches of tall trees where the wind whips their little homes from east to west to east. i worry about the birds and their puffed up bodies trying to keep them warm all winter. i hope for my sake that the rest of this winter's storms prove to be as mild as the first but also i hope for the sake of the tiny little birds that shiver on the power lines, looking for sunshine.
* i am gullible and the national weather service had me on the verge of believing that the second coming was certainly upon us. i located my headlamp just case.