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The grayish sky is bleak and low,

Merging with horizon and wiping out that line.

I’m toiling my way through the snow

Knee deep in silvery glistening  shrine.

A warming thought assists my tour:

I know that there is waiting for me

My goal, my dream of the hour-

A cup of strong and sweetened tea.

Afar from me among the trees

Grey beasts of prey, a team of four,

Tread lightly in each other’s steps

With gaze intent on gleaming snow.

They know not pity in the least.

Their goal – a deer with timid eyes-

Will soon become their bloody feast.

Each bite their hunger justifies.

And there, amongst the bliss and care,

A tiny toddler is starting his way.

A journey of his life from the wall to the chair

Those tiny feet will perform today.

The thickness of the carpet will soften the fall.

Oh, how to pass that enormous gap?

His goal, though the nearest, is the sweetest of all-

The warmth of dear mummy’s lap.