The snows my way...
No cats were see
No one to play
No furry friends
Or feather to
But golden drops of sun
A dancing on the snow
Look in around and under
For the hidden
The out of view
I see no friends
out in the cold
I see no humans to
The crisp cold air
The tickle in my nose
of the bright white
And the crunchy in my paws
I don’t mind no friends to play
As today, I have all the snow my own way...




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