Frost Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

Fimbul Frost
It was cold in the valley domestic animals were snug in barns even hardy sheep
and goats came indoors. Clear sky and freezing, the moisture in the air turned
into diamond dust flittering in the breeze looking like pulverized rainbows or snow
crystals dipped in jolly paint suitable for a Christmas do at the local bordello.
The frost was deadly for wild animals, whose burrows and lairs were penetrated
by pre-historic frigidity, pale blood, and the utter insipidness of the exhausted.

A flock of wild boars pushed open the hayloft door and found refuge, as did elk,
deer, wolves, hares and their cousin the rabbit. Two tramps also have found
sanctuary here happily asleep in the miasma of animal scent. When they awoke
animals were getting restless, the frost was gone and they reverted back to form.
Noah´s ark had landed and the animals hasted down the ramp to the freedom of
the open. The tramp too fled to avoid being blamed of the chaos on the hay loft.