• As I stepped from the house,
    I stared at the moon,
    The air quite cold on my face.

    I looked around as I heard the howl,
    Of a white owl,
    Swooping low over the snow.

    Crickets chirping and dogs barking,
    Flashing lights of the silver stars,
    What a midnight song I hear.

    Low temperatures and bright white snow,
    Fat snowflakes,
    Falling on my hair, my clothes.

    Colder still the wind chill,
    Blowing white snow,
    Into my face from the ground ,as the bright stars wink.

    As I step back into my house,
    I welcome the heat,
    Of the bright fire burning in my heath.

    I stoke up the fire,
    And lay down on my couch,
    To sleep till mornings light.