Winter Smoke Winter smoke and little houses Drawing blinds against the dark The cold, the crying wind Against a stark White moon Winter smoke. Wispy phantoms Casting a ghostly veil Of patterned, ancient symbols Against a pale White moon Sweet-scented turf recalling Times more pleasingly mellow Winter smoke reaching the sky To touch a yellow Gold moon Audubon in Appalachia The stomach of a bird is small, In fact, it’s hardly there at all. To distinguish it from other stomachs (That is, of tiger or of dumb ox) We say: “This fledgling’s crop, his craw, Is sometimes also called his maw, Though maw is just a general word Meaning stomach, but a bird Is different. Kindly speak sans flaw A bird’s crop is his own craw’s maw”. © Mary Kay Simmons Mary Kay Simmons is a novelist who published 18 books. Featured Image: "Evening scene with full moon and person," by Abraham Pether.