# P02 A Day of snow

I open the shutters.  
White on black in my sight.  
Feeling like a child  
and the smiles I remember.  

The bamboos are bending.  
The palm tree becomes ball.  
A water drop falls  
just when I was dreaming.  

Footprint in the snow.  
Just velvet paws  
one of our neighbors.  
I think of the sparrow,  

magpies and crows,  
with no way to eat,  
their maggots and seeds  
under the blanket of snow.

Maybe just one day here  
and one month elsewhere.  
A painting by Bruegel,  
between joy and time travel.  

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