Snow on the Ground…


                                                                 

Snow on the ground,
Quiet and gray;
The city streets
Empty, this day.

She walks without purpose
With nowhere to go;
Her only company
The gently falling snow.

The snow falls down and
Lands on her nose;
Her old boots are clunky
Stiff on her toes.

The lights they are blinking
In every house;
She creeps by their windows
Quiet as a mouse.

Snow is falling
On the ground;
She likes to hear
That whispery sound…

… the new snow makes
Beneath her feet;
If only she
Had enough to eat.

Her stomach would
Not growl and moan;
And she would not
Feel so alone.

It is a very
Special day;
But not one person
Stops to say…

… a cheery wish
Or a happy greeting;
They rush on by
To their next feeding.

The snow is chilling
To the bone.
And even colder…
When you’re alone.

Snow on the ground,
Quiet and gray;
The city streets
Empty, this day.