Spock the Vegan
Out In The Cold On Christmas Night - Poem by Spock the Vegan
Snow was settled on the pine
branches and the steep roof tops.
A cold wind whistled through the trees.
Ice was getting thick on the pond nearby
While ducks gathered in groups.
Rabbits had long ago hidden themselves.
An owl was hooting from a tree nearby
unable to see the mouse that had left
his tracks in the blowing snow.
Stars twinkled overhead with a bright
Venus in the west and the crescent
of a new moon, just above the eastern
mountain of rugged snowy peaks
rising above the wind-swept spruce.
The smell of a wood fireplace was
overpowering all other smells.
A lost dog stood outside the window
of the log cabin home, looking in at
the family eating their Christmas dinner
in front of a decorated pine tree with
lights, bulbs, tinsel and presents.
Wolves were howling on top of the hill.
The call of the wild!
Was this dog to find love or death this night?
He turned and headed toward the howling,
but heard a rustling noise and a growl.
Just then the cabin door opened.
The small dog sprinted in to open arms
just in time to avoid a ravening wolf.
A warm meal and loving people awaited.
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