DANCING SNOWFLAKES
The snowflakes pirouetted in the evening breeze,
Swirling in waltz time before they fell to freeze
Quickly on the ice cold snow, a pretty sight to see,
A mesmerizing ice cold ballet, wonderful as can be.

Soon the scene changes, the flakes fall fast and fierce,
The breeze turns to a gale and the cold cruelly does pierce
Every fibre of all living things both great and very small,
And very quickly the temperature begins to really fall.

The wolves howl hungrily to the now hidden full moon,
For hunting is impossible, the snow cannot stop too soon,
The small pray lay buried beneath this cold blanket of snow,
They cannot chase larger creatures the snow’s too soft to go.

The howling wind mocks the hungry wolves haunting cry,
The snow prevents the sound reaching to the invisible sky,
Their den will soon be hidden, do they go in and wait it out?
Even the brave hearts of the wolves in this are in doubt.

How long do they hunger? Does it last until they are in pain?
Does the young yearling beg for food and plead in vain?
How many will survive? Will they live to see another day?
Or through this harsh winter storm just simply fade away.

Winter in it’s cold beauty and it’s pirouetting flakes of snow,
Makes a lovely picture but mercy can it never be able to show.
A painting of the wolves peering through snow and forests wild
Does not show hunger in those eyes, just a creature kind and mild.

Show the hunger, show the pain when winter with a grasp of iron
Can kill, maim and starve not all that quickly like the mighty lion ,
I can write the feeling of the starving creatures in forests deep
As the hungry creature through the snow their dying vigil keep.

(Millicent) Ann Margetson December 12, 2003