Snow falls gently to the Ground,
And with it comes barely a Sound.
Yet there is something eerie, about the Night,
Something horrible, that gives you a Fright.
You freeze suddenly when you Hear,
A creature shuffling, all to Near.
Better run and find a Friend,
Or who knows if you'll be seen Again.
A sudden call comes from a Fawn,
Who is praying for the break of Dawn.
As you hunker with a Herd,
Remember, remember, my final Words.