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Posted on January 25, 2026 By sylvester hobson

mouse

in this brutal winter
when the hawks are slaying
families of sparrows,
i savor the fallen
birdseed found buried
under the snow
and stay quiet.
when the hawks
go after mice
will be time to squeak
the alarm.

— sylvester hobson
2026 january 25

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