The beautiful morning snow, 

Soft as feathers

Clean as paper

 

Whispered words

Pressed out

In the claws of small birds,

The delicate brushstroke of a tail,

Tiny paws

Dotted dotted dotted

Across the icy page.

 

 

 

 

 

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