The white powder sparkled as it fell from heaven,
it had been like summer, all wondered where the snow had been.
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If they had seen it sooner, and not believed the no winter rumor,
many would have left before today’s big boomer.
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But the animals that stuck around enjoyed the dream they were in,
even a fish poked through the thin ice with it’s small fin.
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“This doesn’t look like our village”, said a turtle as he pushed snow to the side.
“I wonder if this came in from a high river tide.”
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“I think we woke up in another time”, the rabbit said with hair so fine,
“Maybe after the party we weren’t walking in such a straight line.”
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“I’m lost, we’re lost, it’s because of that cheap compass”, babbling in a hurry,
in the snow he fluttered his wings in quite a fierce flurry.
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They walked through the white, getting colder and filled with fright,
“What if we walk past our homes covered in this stuff of white?” they cried.
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Suddenly a deep voice bellowed from behind a snowy white tide,
“You are lost in your own village, now to become a treat of mine!!”
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Frozen in space the animals began to cry,
For they knew it was dinner time for the dog that stood high.
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Lost in our village time was stopped,
For we had become a gourmet plate to the eyes behind.
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Lesson learned in our fate,
Get a better GPS and avoid our own wake.
-LC
PS. this is what happens to your poetry when you read sedaris.
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