A Small Seasonal Ditty.

I often muse on my adverse reaction to winter, so I thought I’d express it in the form of a mini ditty. Sorry it’s such a short one, but it’s a long time since I wrote a ditty and even small steps do tend to lead somewhere eventually. And at least it’s a nice shape.

No swooping bats, no snoring bees

No hay crop on the blasted leas

And all the roving eye e’er sees

Are skeletons instead of trees