As we wander upon the soft newly fallen snow
We glimpse tracks of deer and partridge
And the pear tree has only a few fruit left at the very top
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The wind whistles insistently - gently stroking my chilled cheeks
His moustache is lazily grasping at the flakes floating by
The few whitened strands poking out of his black muzzle
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The bushes left their leaves to warm the soil
Several slender branches poke through
Rocking against my legs, rubbing against his frosty sides
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The evergreens splay their hands bearing mounds of fluffly flakes
White snow, green needles, bluish sky, black dog, red cheeks
What a wonderful walk the forest offers today
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Under the canopies of sleeping sentinels
About the Creator
Whimsical Wanderer
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