By Renée Girard, Staff Writer
A proud step on a crunchy leaf,
hearing it crumble and crack under your stomping feet.
Looking up into the grumbling clouds,
you quickly turn your head,
and there,
spying on you,
is a deer,
acknowledging you with a short pout.
A loud crow caws,
angry at his mate,
disgusted by a past decision he did make.
A small leaf falls,
whizzing across the road,
then a small cry calls,
echoing from a lonely toad.
your eyes fall on a house,
the dimply faces,
the quiet squeak of a mouse.
The thorny roses,
with their sharpened blades,
strike quick poses,
as you quickly turn away.
Iced windows
whipped by the cold,
draw you in,
for the cozy warmth of the bold.
