The leaves were coated by the frost
that shone at night like diamonds white
The sweeping breeze let out a hiss
as cold as peaks of tallest height

There flew a lonesome snowy owl
surveying the milky land below
in search of his beloved wife
that fell in clenches of the snow

The night was harsh, but love was strong
the cold gripped at his trembling heart
And stars above filled up the sky
they watched as two were forced apart

With weary wings and heavy breath
the owl came down to meet the snow
His talons clawed and dug in deep
a frantic beast in love and woe

He thought: How she must be in pain
how hopeless on this cruel night
Below, his talons searched with hope
Above, the stars were losing light

As dismal as could be, he was
His yellow eyes now filled with gloom
But still, he fought the biting winds
and gave no thought to likely doom

He flapped his wings and flew and hopped
to find his life in snowy field
And desperate, he hooted loud
in trembling voice with cry concealed

But soon his search would reach its end
for in the distance was a mass
As white as snow and hard to spot
if not for blood that stained its parts

Scattered feathers, tattered limbs
she lay as statues, motionless
He approached her carcass, bewildered
alone and frail, in wilderness

The stars above now gave no light
as he embraced the lifeless form
Two owls of snow, two strings of love
a tragic end, with no reform

The search had left him weak and frail
Despair to hope would give no room
So he lay beside her gazeless corpse
to rest inside their frozen tomb