Winter's Perils

Ponds shiver beneath the ice, whispers of frozen paradise. Oh, so daring, with much vigilance, he crawls on the ice with a frozen dance. From climbing a slippery slide, to surfing down a mountainous tide. Ice protests, in bumps on his ride, as he fumbles forward, in frosty freight. Caught in the pond's icy grip, where he thought the ice was firm, no slip, but with a quiet scream, a gentle slash, SPLASH. In the wrath of chill, he had thought, ever so shaken, ever so still: “Oh, how terribly fun this had been.”