Blizzard Paws Poem

Snow falls across pine lands,
mountains taht stand as still as air


Flakes of white land in rythmic patterns on the frosted ground,
covering the needles of the skyscraper trees


Breaking the crystal green sight,
a flash of flame flashes through the midday wilderness


Poking his pointed ebony nose into the gray sky,
he sniffed the rushing wind for a trace of shelter


As he trotted across the brush,
winter's white spots his rusted red pelt


Finding a hole under thick snow,
the fox digs,
empting his sleeping place


Once the frozen water has gone,
he squirms into the small underground space,
tucking his paws into his fluffed white chest,
to settle a day's rest