by Christopher Stone

Created on: August 28, 2008

Father it is cold now,
why midnight have you chosen?
The gound now crackles under foot
everything looks frozen

The trees are bare, with few leaves
the ones still there are brown
The rest have stored themselves beneath
the fresh snow on the ground

The moon has shown us all there is
but nothing stirs this night
I would guess the likely cause
is jack frosts nippy bite

With a slightly muted chuckle
he tilted back his hat
He wondered how she breathed between
the words of this and that

Gently he then touched her lips
said sissy close your eyes
leave your ears to learn the tale
of this nights surprise

At first her face was witout thought
she then produced a frown
She heard it once and then again
a scratching, raspy sound

She chanced a peek with one eye
to see a tiny mouse
Busy was he working now
building his new house

You see now we need not complain
of snow and ice this night
For somewhere in most everything
a life is in delight

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