… snowy paws …

silent whispers through the snow
do not wake
the snowdrops sleeping
underneath the white sheets
while you’re playing

step by step
we’re scrunching through the woods
breaking the foggy hush of this haunted land
with our pitter-patter
over dazzling pillows

sedate landscapes
filled with bowwows and their echoes
the joy and love
with which you forebode nature’s awakening
somewhen after thaw

patiently I wait
until your wet paws
and snowy snouts
tell me to go home

… for Nina and the ‚girls‘ …



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