Contrapunal

Cardinal companions, a red-lit he and a drab companion she perch on iced branches. A squirrel scampers up and jumps across the top limbs of two ice-coated trees. A woodpecker creeps unconcerned as the snow blanket deepens all around. Winter business proceeds as usual. But in Washington, the music of the spheres, is being re-defined. A stimulus, actually a porkulus, is a package full of spending, delivering dollars to losers so that the market economy cannot work.
Congress and the President feel the favored few are 'too big to fail;' the rest of us are 'too small to win.' I have no 'in' with the powerful and the corrupt. An abandoned victim of a winter storm, I provide birdseed to God’s creatures as Washington sows the seeds of a harvest of national discontent.