The flurries are quite spurious

And represent nothing serious

But if you're in any way furious

They can look pretty darn tedious



Although when ice-covered branches

Blowing in snow flurries hit the glasses

It's really not tedious but quite harrowing

As we wonder when it'll begin narrowing



And we hide out of the way and for cover

Because we don't know when it'll be over

And the noise it makes scares us to the bone

Daddy - will it ever come into our home ...???



For Molly (my ten-year-old Kerry Blue)



Christopher W. Thomas

3:45pm Sunday November 16th, 1997