Katarina Meglic
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The Four Seasons
Winter I’ve never been fond of winter. The sky is dull and the sounds are muffled by the snow that buries my roots. I am cold. My protection against the wind blew away in fall, leaving me exposed to the harsh pellets of hail and ice-laden winds. The only warmth I receive this time of year comes from the little family of raccoons that have burrowed by my roots; I can feel their heated fur against my bark as they sleep the day away. Farther up the tree is another family: squirrels, who have made a nest in my trunk. They spend all morning scuttering about collecting the nuts they've stashed, and at night once the raccoons have gone, they sleep, their gentle breaths lulling me into a slumber-like reverie.
By Katarina Meglic4 years ago in Earth
