En hiver, dans un coin de l\u2019\u00e2tre
\nQue la flamme au reflet bleu\u00e2tre
\nN\u2019atteint pas de ses tourbillons,
\n\u2014 Loin des landes et des prairies, \u2014
\nPour nous conter leurs r\u00eaveries,
\nAccourent les petits grillons.<\/p>\n
Ils nous disent : \u00ab La plaine est blanche,
\nLe givre \u00e9tincelle \u00e0 la branche,
\nLe hibou g\u00e9mit dans les bois,
\nEt le cavalier sent en croupe
\n\u2014 Ainsi qu\u2019un cauchemar \u2014 la troupe
\nDes loups aux sinistres abois.<\/p>\n
Sur les flancs des gorges \u00e9troites,
\n\u2014 H\u00e9riss\u00e9s, les oreilles droites, \u2014
\nIls vont, fam\u00e9liques, fi\u00e9vreux ;
\nEt si l\u2019un d\u2019eux, soudain s\u2019affaisse,
\nLa bande en hurlant le d\u00e9p\u00e8ce,
\nCar les loups se mangent entre eux !<\/p>\n
Tandis que, l\u00e0-bas, dans les fermes,
\n\u2014 Prot\u00e9g\u00e9s de portails bien fermes
\nEt de chiens h\u00e9riss\u00e9s de clous, \u2014
\nLes moutons saintement stupides
\nFont des r\u00eaves chauds et limpides,
\nEt se gaussent des pauvres loups !<\/p>\n
*<\/p>\n
Pleins de ruses et de myst\u00e8res,
\nLes renards, autres prol\u00e9taires
\nQue la mis\u00e8re a faits fripons,
\n\u2014 Maigres, \u00e0 travers les broussailles, \u2014
\nChassent des souvenirs de cailles
\nEt des fant\u00f4mes de chapons ;<\/p>\n
Tandis qu\u2019enferm\u00e9s dans leurs cages,
\n\u2014 Bien chauds, bien repus et bien sages, \u2014
\nLes descendants de Chanteclair,
\nPr\u00e8s des Pintes et des Cop\u00e9es,
\nRaillent les dures \u00e9quip\u00e9es
\nDe Renard qui couche au bel air.<\/p>\n
*<\/p>\n
Le pi\u00e9ton qu\u2019\u00e9blouit la neige,
\nSous le lourd sommeil qui l\u2019assi\u00e8ge,
\nSe sent par l\u2019angoisse envahir,
\nEt dans le chemin solitaire,
\nIl plante son b\u00e2ton en terre
\nPour s\u2019emp\u00eacher de d\u00e9faillir ;<\/p>\n
Tandis que quelque otieux moine,
\n\u2014 Aussi tent\u00e9 que saint Antoine,
\nEt plus prompt \u00e0 capituler, \u2014
\nCaresse, au lieu de br\u00e9viaire,
\nLe menton de sa chambri\u00e8re,
\nEt se damne avant de ronfler\u2026 \u00bb<\/p>\n
En hiver, dans un coin de l\u2019\u00e2tre,
\nQue la flamme au reflet bleu\u00e2tre
\nN\u2019atteint pas de ses tourbillons,
\n\u2014 Loin des landes et des prairies, \u2014
\nPour nous conter leurs r\u00eaveries,
\nAccourent les petits grillons.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"parent":0,"template":"","meta":{"inline_featured_image":false,"site-sidebar-layout":"default","site-content-layout":"","ast-site-content-layout":"default","site-content-style":"default","site-sidebar-style":"default","ast-global-header-display":"","ast-banner-title-visibility":"","ast-main-header-display":"","ast-hfb-above-header-display":"","ast-hfb-below-header-display":"","ast-hfb-mobile-header-display":"","site-post-title":"","ast-breadcrumbs-content":"","ast-featured-img":"","footer-sml-layout":"","ast-disable-related-posts":"","theme-transparent-header-meta":"default","adv-header-id-meta":"","stick-header-meta":"default","header-above-stick-meta":"","header-main-stick-meta":"","header-below-stick-meta":"","astra-migrate-meta-layouts":"set","ast-page-background-enabled":"default","ast-page-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-4)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}},"ast-content-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}}},"annee":[460],"poems-book":[831],"poemes-theme":[],"poete":[742],"class_list":["post-16125","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-460","poems-book-la-poesie-des-betes","poete-francois-fabie"],"yoast_head":"\n