• The birds fly away for the winter.
    The bears hibernate in caves.
    The squirrels stow away their nuts, then they're gone with one gaze.
    Fish go under, insects don't wander, snow is falling to the door.
    I look outside, and wonder, why are we forced into the snow?
    It's a good question, but it goes unanswered, probably none to come.
    So I get on my boots and I begin to trudge on, through the falling thick snow.