This cold morn you can see the bluejays breath

the swallow says to the squirrel, “You’ll catch your death.”

snow sprays as the rabbit leaps back in past track

coyote hungrily stealth, crouches then begins the attack

Darting to the left leaping, coyote right behind

cutting right, back left,  looking for a hole of any kind

dog pounces and misses

stopping to the laughter

Old crow says; “You’d better chose a fat duck to chase after.