Waiting for Snow
Dad cheerful said: “We’ll have Snow tomorrow!”
So my human pup and I, brave Eskimos,
Early before breakfast went down below
And sat by the window, waiting for snow.
It must be someone special, went through my head,
Since we could, this morning, and quite by chance,
Not eat at the table. “Toast! Can I have some more?”
“On one condition: not a crumbs on the floor!”
I’m looking left, towards the deep, dark woods.
I’m looking right, towards the town with goods.
Where will she come from, Mrs. Snow?
Will she take the bus? Will she arrive by noon?
There’s a little bus station right by our house,
It’s busy in the morning, you couldn’t spot a mouse.
Buses stop here often through the day.
But Snow doesn’t get off. What’s causing her delay?
Maybe she’ll ride a bicycle, red and bright and shiny.
Like the postman does each day, even when it’s rainy.
Maybe she’ll come by yellow taxi, honking any minute.
Like the doctor does; arriving in an instant.
But what if Snow will just walk here, like grandpa likes to do.
“Exercise is good for you, I’m never sick with flue!”
He always tells my human pup and winks at her some more.
Grandpa’s old and wrinkled; his exercise advice might work!
What if Snow arrives at tea time? Mom always sais to us:
“It’s fashionable to do so, but always come announced!”
Aunts and quite so many Ladies visit once a week.
And tea, cookies and cakes, so yummy, they always like to eat.
Who is this Snow? Nobody mentioned her before Dad did.
Why is she coming? Did Mom even agreed?
My human pup wants to play games with her;
I just want to know: will she throws sticks, twice in a row?
Will she tell bedtime stories and like pups like me?
Is she a stern or friendly Lady? We’ll have to wait and see.
Will she share crumbs? And mostly,
Where will she sleep, if feeling lonely?
It’s way past lunch, we waited for so long.
My human pup is restless, mom even hums a song.
I’ll tell Snow, when I’ll meet her, whenever that will be,
That being late is a no-no; please, Ma’am, excuse me.
She didn’t come at all and it’s already time for bed.
Pajamas on, the story read, my human pup still sad.
“She’s here!” shouts Mom, so excited. “Hurry, get dressed!”
Get dressed? Go OUT? Why everyone so restless?
Is Snow a President? What do you think, maybe she’s the Queen!
For all I know, from what I’ve seen, she’s a most expected being!
I won’t mention being late; I’ll offer her some tea.
I only hope she brings presents, a little bone for me?
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