Bitter Cold
He looked so cold
Lying there in the snow,
Even the two huddled by the fire
Looked as if they were ready to go.
Between the chitter chatter of chilled teeth,
And the shiver shudder of frozen limbs
The dead cold path was never silent;
And the fate of those left out here was grim.
©2005 Jeff Thomason, CE
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