drinking my mint tea
thinking about yellow trout
echos of water

Bits of fur and thread
Winding away the hours
Hoping to fool fish

sitting in wet snow 
I watch all the lights go by
waiting for children

wandering through snow
I can hear water calling
filled with little fish

four crows then two
sit huddled in winter light
even trees hug them

January light adding
I see the wind biting at them
keeping vigil I see them