My feet cut through the snow like chewing on a crunchy cookie.
My breath puffs in the air like smoke coming from a chimney.
My heart pounds like a drum preparing for war.
The cold bites at my face like Grandma pinching the baby’s cheeks.
The tree branches scratch at my skin like angry fingernails.
I climb the ladder as if it were Mt. Rushmore.
I sit waiting patiently…
The Hunt is On!