The first order of business is to stay home and not go out on the roads anywhere.
The second is to perform a good deed. I fed the birds and squirrels as I do each day. Survival is not just a personal matter. This deed connects me daily with The Wild and Nature. They hugely appreciate such on frosty mornings like this. In general, I seldom feel disconnected from Nature and we are on general good terms without any guilt on my part. We each do what we can.
On much warmer days:
Birdbath
True, it gets soiled
now and then
and after fall
with snow.
Eventually ice,
then waiting for
beak-pecked memory.
Spring’s first robin–
full, the mirror bath
catches eyes alike,
revives new stock.
So someone
refills it–it is,
after all, expected.
I take the jug
and pour libations
to my aery brethren.
Honoured by their
short feathery stays,
voyeur to their dips.
Yes, I could do
nothing,
but it’s not mine
to choose.
(“To keep a lamp burning we
have to keep putting oil in it.”
-Mother Teresa)