So, I cheated a lot. It’s not so very frigid outside anymore! There are quite a few robins out and about too.
I stand on top
of our back steps and breathe the rich air –
a mother skunk with her column of kittens swills
the garbage pail.
She jabs her wedge-head in a cup
of sour cream, drops her ostrich tail
and will not scare.
(from Skunk Hour, by Robert Lowell)