Haiku

I killed a small bird
The last time I shot a gun
Easy. But the noise

In mist I entered
The house, stomped my feet and spoke
No glad song from my eye

The door was frosted
The heater blew and blew, and yet
The bed was cold, cold

Inquisitive wind
Loud stranger cooling my house
Would you blow me out?

I've painted, reroofed,
Swept the walks, it's not easy
To sell a silent farm

I can't talk much now
With my tongue stuck here on this
Cold steel sledrunner