White, crunchy snow,
Blanketing the prairie,
Wind whistling off darkened hills
Causing tree branches to sway,
Like some contorted dancer
Covered in the glistening ice.
An occasional dog, or wolf,
Howling hard, crying like
Some forlorned sailor lost,
Sick and silent in their misery,
Shivering helplessly in sub-zero torment.
No house for miles, starry night,
The sky lit up like a Christmas tree,
Moon so big and bright and orange,
You could touch it, pulling it to earth
In one full swoop it crashes down.
No birds singing melodious tunes,
No cows or bison wandering aimlessly.