Walking On Snow
It seemed this was the February
of continual cold and snow,
many days stuck safely in the house
save for the morning expedition out,
to clear a path for the birds and my dog and I;
not too much
just enough of a path to walk.
Not sure which of us was more cautious
the birds, the dog, or I.
Today,
as February nears its end
and the sun has returned
we venture
just a little further out.
My dog realizes the possibility
of walking atop the unmelted snow
suddenly, we have all the yard to peruse
and steadily we go until
we slip and slide as if on frozen ice
and each of us
takes a slippery and chilly spill.
Back inside
bruised and cold
we both realize we don't like
walking on the snow.
Copyright © DM Babbit | Year Posted 2021
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