Today at the dVerse Poets Pub, we are to write a poem about anticipation, waiting, or hoping.
Delicate snowflakes swirl
and sparkle in mid-day sun,
dusting her feathers a
diaphanous silver glaze.
among the frozen foliage
her mate finds her
and gently shields her with a
massive wing
puzzled as the snow
where she lie turns pink, then red
he huddles closer
and waits. He waits for
a heartbeat, a flinch
a breath, a sound —
any sign of life.
Still, he stays
and he waits with
a protective wing
over her lifeless body.
Never leaving
as the sun sets
and the snow keeps falling.
Ergo, the Ogre 
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