BILL PRINGLE

PUSHING PAINT


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TEA & BISCUITS

Not solitary in their cosy den.
They often invite a muskrat friend.

To pass the winter months in the lobby.
Like minded in their work and hobbies.

Underneath the ice and snow.
The rhythms of life peacefully flow.

Canals and tunnels lead the way.
To storage, wisely put away.
In anticipation of a colder day.

Is there a winter conversation?
On interspecies relations.
On sharing this water nation.

Or maybe it is as simple as apple butter.
A dialogue on lunch and supper.

Or shared tales of summer trails.
When winter nights and winds prevail.