Snow was settled on the pine
branches and the steep roof tops.
A cold wind whistled through the trees.
Ice was getting thick on the pond nearby
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Good descriptive poetry capturing the essence of cold winter night. The smell of firewood overpowers all other smells suggesting extreme and harsh winter. Thanks for sharing.
I say he finds death - - - - - if he goes to the top of the hill to meet the wolves! The dog in the picture doesn't look like the kind who would do that. I say let him in and share the dinner with him. Enjoyed the poem. I love the outdoors.
Yes, that would be the best choice. I once had a dog that would go and ring the neighbor's doorbell.
Bust out the figgy pudding! ! ! ! and hot dogs... very nice, love the nome d'plume 2
Thanks. I don't understand nome d'plume (2) . The Google explanations were all in a foreign language.
Spock, I like this poem very much! Your descriptive words convey the feeling of a cold winter night very well. I only wish you would find a different last line. A friend of mine, living in the high mountains of Colorado years ago prayed on Christmas eve for a baby brother or a puppy. She didn't care which. There was a scratching noise at the door, they opened it and found a dog! It became her dear friend. So I would say the dog found a new life.
Thanks much. Someone told me that suspense was good in poems. I will think about changing the last line or adding a verse or two.
I have added a verse and rearranged the other verses. I think you will like it better. If not...