The inexorable march of Winter

When the army of winter prepares it's seasonal marches across lands, conquering everything in it's path, it passes by where i live. The ruthless winter does not sack my town for the inhabitants hastily accept the foreign armies and offer tributes to avoid plunder and pillage. But the march of this army does have some effects, in the way of a slight chill in the mornings.

Alas, little Bubu finds it cold now, she's always looking fluffy in the mornings. Gone are her declarative (though i've no idea what she's trying to tell) squaks which woke me up at dawn, she remains quiet till well after Helios has blessed us with his radiative warmth. Despite the warm sun Bubu emits a low protesting tweet at the ruthless chill which has snatched the warm mornings from us all. Then she seeks refuge in the warm plumage she has been given. She's resigned herself to it though, with a silent stoicism. This is one resilient bird. To think i almost lost her once. The way she fought back left her one admirer even the seasons cannot snatch away, Me.