Winter in Spring

In the morning rush, preoccupied
I trip over the grand-dog, eyes mournfully requesting a walk
from me, a poor substitute for his mom who dreams out of sight in the forbidden upstairs.

I lead him through the door,
Follow as he dashes towards the woods,
And encounter the beauty of silent midnight snow.

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