A winter tale.

On a desolate street in winter

Lays forgotten, so cold to the core

Where imagination takes hold

A lonely night waits


It is in the fear of things not seen

Where we lose hope in mankind

All the trouble that life throws

Like looking back when in retreat


As the owl sings in the night

Seeking out its prey

Gliding in one fowl swoop


And the mouse was unaware of

Its morbid fate

One cold night in winter.


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