While mice beneath the meadows huddle
in the ground to well befuddle
the many hungry beasts that roam,
at night returning to their homes
to wait upon the winter’s chill,
inside of mountain and under hill,
warm and safe within their burrows
in the hillocks and the furrows,
or staring at the concrete sky,
wondering what it is to die:
Russ is a professional gardener who is currently pursuing a bachelors in psychology. He has a wife, a step daughter, and way too many cats.