She woke in the morning to the promise of a new week
and when she looked again,
that week was over.
September had come and gone
and October was here,
with its promise of harvest
for the birds and small animals
before they faced the hardships of winter.
For her, October meant the time to start preparing
for her own winter.
She didn’t know that winter was closer than she’d hoped
and that as the weeks rushed by she would realise
that spring would not be coming, for her.
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