Chickadees in Love
In which a Township romantic, clad in a black tuque & gray jacket, pays homage to another Township romantic, clad in a black tuque & a gray jacket, as they both pine away the bitter cold of the New Year in hopes of the warmth Spring brings.
In which an aged printer, brought to melancholy by the passing of the season and the coming darkness of Winter, muses on a poem written for she who brings the seasons, and a time in his youth when he boldly broke the rules.
October Print – Twa Corbies 
A solitary printer, taken by the vision of an Angel locking the GATES of HELL, riffs on two ravens.
The Fable of the Chipmunk, the Bear, and the Sunflower Seeds ; or, How Fortuna’s Wheel Turns such That in the End no one should try to rise above the “Rank or Station wherein the ALMIGHTY Has plac’t him” lest he find the ever-spinning WHEEL of FATE returns him to his place
A chipmunk believes that through his own actions he can free himself from the spinning wheel of fate, from Necessity, the loom on which the length of our days is woven at the moment of our birth.
“If men had wings and bore black feathers, few of them would be clever enough to be crows.” Or, “If men were feathered out and given a pair of wings, a very few of them would be clever enough to be crows.” Or … ?
In which two Librarians practice their craft in determining the veracity of a commonly attributed quote of the crow as mirror of the man.
“As willy REYNARD view’d with wishful eyes, a CROW possess’d of a delicious prize … “
A lamentation for the coming of the dog days, and a yearning for the king to come across the water.