The sky is gray
and the ground is white.
The wind is cold
on this November night.
I recall a scene
from earlier today
where on the white ground
I did lay.
A friend was beside me,
we were sloshing about.
"Snow Angels are forming!"
I heard her shout.
We quickly stood up
and examined the ground.
Funny how there were
more than two all around.
We stood there alone
when the wind began t blow.
Faint laughter of children
started to grow.
A few minutes later
I looked down.
Footprints of children
were headed out of town.
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