Winter
The graying leaves fall slowly down
While snowflakes kiss the ground with care
The world is dressed with winter’s gown
A silence fills the haunting air.
From far away there comes the noise
A pine tree falls to end its life
The needles have no grace or poise
Death spreads throughout this tree in strife.
There comes the tracks of tiny paws
With footprints all along the snow
They’re followed by much larger claws
Where one must go the other must know.
With winter’s eerie silent nights
The chill will get you with a bite.
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