I once was found,
but then I was lost,
Silently blinded
By deep white frost.

My eyes lost focus.
My hands were cold
As I trudged past
The black dead mold.

The trees laid bare.
There was no fruit.
Suddenly, oh so suddenly,
I became quite astute.

There was nothing like it.
A howl, one of a kind,
Consciously placed me
In a mighty tight bind.

It ran away.
An owl screamed hoot...hoot!
All I found was dark blood
And an old man's boot.