It’s an overcast morning in Pittsburgh, the third day in a row of gray skies, not unusual for November. There are very few birds in view. The most active animals are squirrels.
On days like this I think of the poem ‘No!’ by Thomas Hood (1844) a portion of which reads:
No sun - no moon! No morn - no noon - No dawn - no dusk - no proper time of day. ... No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease, No comfortable feel in any member - No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees, No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds! - November!