Will father and son survive an attack of icy elemental predators? |
The Snow Men Sparky Shut fast the door, the old man said. Tut! Boy, were you born in a tent? Cut wood stacked near the glowing hearth; But blizzard wolves have tracked our scent, Turtle ~ KanyáthƐko:wa:h Wind does howl through the crisp night air And winter hunts with all her might. Grand bellows beyond the door jam Fanned fire that cuts through cold of night. Lento: 8 lines, 8 syllables Rhyming pattern: a-b-c-b d-e-f-e, gggg, hhhh |