Snow - we wait for you to come
so we can rest our dreary bodies
inside our warm and cosy abodes
to drink steaming hot cocoa
whilst the men with the blowers
will fight the potential blizzard
we just stare out from our caves.
Empty threats of uncertainties
we live as cavemen in the face
of the weather not cooperating
and we think ah what a bother
when we should try and breathe
slowly -
that way we do what the winter
wants us to do - in our grottos
relax smile and just accept.
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