The sun begins to rise
The mist steams upwards
Dew begins to form into ice
The night time creatures
Gone to their bed
To sleep away the day
Soft paws crush the Snow
Moving slowly looking for a meal
A noise ahead a twitch of an ear
Slowly slowly moving forward
Nose down eye up, on wards
One slow paw after another.
A quick pounce and breakfast
Dead between two wet paws
The hunt is done a feast to come.
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