The snow falls light

Pre-church observations.  Post-church thoughts will come later.

The snow falls light…

Look…

Movement across the way:

Ducks waddle up the hill,

A squirrel

Furred and gray

Skirts the mob.

Then

Look…

He bounds toward me

An entire slice of frozen bread

In his mouth,

Leaps like a Labrador retriever

Through the snow,

Wrestles his prize

To the top of the fence.

Safe from the ducks.

I thought in the lady in red

Only spread corn.