Freezing

But no one is fast enough.
On the roof.
Sheets of ice are fickle.
He tried to hurry.

You shouldn’t climb on the roof.
This winter is proof.
That our hands shake when it’s freezing.
Fixing the roof should have been easy.
Thankfully you fell into the snow pile.
It was scary for awhile.
You got a little scraped up from the fall.
You decided to give your mom a call.

The phone rang.
Like the sound of icicles rang.
As he fell…
He hung up the phone in a hurry.
Somethings need to be fixed quickly.
Others don’t.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2025

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