I worry about dark.
I study bitter fighting & peace talks that fail,
and think maybe we should mime the Golden Crowned Kinglet.
I see tiny GCKs flit with Chickadees, Brown Creepers, and Woodpeckers,
helping each other find food amidst the ice and snow, as if,
to make something from nothing,
they’ve determined to forget their differences.
@ sundown they tackle -40 degrees by cuddling up together
to deal with the dark.