The Treacherous Snow

The Treacherous Snow.

Smells cold, be bold
Open up your eyes
Crawl closer, peep over
Prepare for a surprise.

White, blinding. Grass? Hiding,
Where to find the food?
Pups crying, hunger, dying,
Have to feed my brood.

Ground soft, Owl’s aloft,
Screaming through the sky,
Can’t run, I’m done
I wish that I could fly.

Shadow creeping, wings beating
Soft white makes moving grim.
Paws thrashing, tail lashing
Eyesight is growing dim.

Sharp pain, blood drain
Bright red across the white
Feathers drifting, body lifting,
And now forever night.


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