PUPPY SNOW ANGELS

Leaping with joy into a tall pile of soft, fluffy snow, He snorted and panted, and flashed a broad smile, Surprised and delighted with the bone chilling cold, That couldn’t penetrate his thick, curly coat. He lay for a moment, catching his breath, As if trying to decide what to do next. Rolling onto his back, long legs flailing the air, He twisted happily, enjoying the chilly freedom there. Then backwards he fell, rolling in gravity defying angles. Leaving the white ground covered with glistening snow angels. Finally exhausted from his frolicking antics, He came to me happily with his body in wiggles. Lifting his snow encrusted paws into my warm hands, His beautiful brown eyes asked, “What is this wonderful stuff? What is its name?” I said, “Darling, this is snow, the treat of the season. Enjoy it now, as much as you can. In just a few hours it will soon fade away, Melting your snow angels and returning grass again.”