Smells cold, be bold
Open up your eyes
Crawl closer, peep over
Prepare for a surprise.
White, blinding. Grass? Hiding,
Where to find the food?
Pups crying, hunger, dying,
Have to feed my brood.
Ground soft, Owl’s aloft,
Screaming through the sky,
Can’t run, I’m done
I wish that I could fly.
Shadow creeping, wings beating
Soft-white makes moving grim.
Paws thrashing, tail lashing
Eyesight is growing dim.
Sharp pain, blood drain
Bright red across the white
Feathers drifting, body lifting,
And now forever night.
