The snow girl
The snow girl paused to listen as she spied,
The lonely cottage standing quiet and dark.
Softly walking, so silently she tried,
Her bare feet making but the faintest mark.
Imprints in fresh fallen snow that instant,
As far away an owl called out aloud.
She hardly hearing its call so distant,
As the moon peeped from behind passing cloud.
Sparkling crystal light on motionless wing.
Close by a silent movement in the whin.
She turns to the house, her keen eyes searching,
For the cause of a sound now from within.
The Moon from clearing skies so brightly shone.
The faintest flicker then, and she was gone.