The little bird house
Has become a witch's hut--
White peaked--inviting.
Has become a witch's hut--
White peaked--inviting.
All is white quiet;
Then the roar of a snow plow.
Where did the silence go?
Then the roar of a snow plow.
Where did the silence go?
Eight inches of snow
Silently laid upon the ground,
While the whole world slept.
Silently laid upon the ground,
While the whole world slept.
Faint chatter of crows,
Unseen in the thick gray clouds,
Grows even fainter.
Unseen in the thick gray clouds,
Grows even fainter.
Scraping on the ground
As people dig themselves out--
Shovel symphony.
As people dig themselves out--
Shovel symphony.
High leaf silhouettes
Hanging in the snow laden sky;
They know no season.
Hanging in the snow laden sky;
They know no season.
White peaks everywhere,
On trees, poles and mailboxes--
Soft snowy sculpture.
On trees, poles and mailboxes--
Soft snowy sculpture.
Purring from a far,
Must be a generator
Chugging out its juice.
Must be a generator
Chugging out its juice.
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