In Northern latitudes; North America, Europe, Russia, this time of year, and you live near some decent woods, go outside. Snow storm, clear moonlight, you can hear them.
Valentines In the Dark
Black overcast and frosty night,
Fine snow’s falling ‘fore the streetlight,
Though nothing stirred, I think I heard,
These loving words spoke by a bird,
"Wu, hoo-hoo,"
Singing white noise, the waltzing snows
Dampen all sounds wood’s can deploy,
Her lover’s voice, tall deep and bold,
Returns red February’s rejoice,
"Wu, hoo-hoo,"
No chill she knows when romance grows,
She does not mind the piling snow,
Her love’s out there, not long she’ll wait,
This is the season owls mate
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