The Ice Man
That Winter night, he slipped on ice
and, sobbing, lay there in the snow;
he feared he'd catch another cold.
He couldn't stand but felt so cold,
his hands and feet had turned to ice;
he shivered, covered by more snow.
He looked just like a man of snow.
Oh, to experience such cold!
He lamely struggled on the ice.
He died on ice and snow, so cold...
written 21st February for Charles' Tritina contest
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