Descended & nbsp; Epiphany & nbsp; frosts
Cracked & nbsp; ice & nbsp; on & nbsp; & nbsp; river
And in & nbsp; loose silver & nbsp; birch,
And in & nbsp; loose aspen & nbsp; silver.
Birds & nbsp; have & nbsp; not & nbsp; sweet,
Save & nbsp; them & nbsp; from & nbsp; fierce & nbsp; troubles:
Put in the & nbsp; feeder.
Though & nbsp; poor his & nbsp; food.
See how & nbsp; pounce & nbsp; together
And & nbsp;raise in garden & nbsp; mess,
Unknown to whom & nbsp; this & nbsp; & nbsp; need
Can be & nbsp; you yourself?