The weather’s getting colder.
I go out; it’s snow I find.
Now I feel, to my surprise,
that I have changed my mind.
Snow changes the smells
in gentle little ways
and you can poke it with your nose
if you’d like to play.
At first I thought it was more like rain
and that stuff I despise.
But snow is a better choice
of stuff that comes from skies.
So now I think that snow’s okay
and I guess I’ll allow it.
As long as I can run around
and use my nose to plow it.
-Chocolate
I’m Pete Harbeson, a writer (among other things) located near Boston, Massachusetts. In addition to writing my own content, I’ve learned to translate for my loquacious and opinionated pup Chocolate Bossypaws. No surprise, she mostly speaks in doggerel. You can find her contributions tagged with Chocolatiana.
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