Emily Hopkins - Snow-Things

I look out the frosted window <br />At the snow falling on the ground. <br />I listen for noises below, <br />But to my delight there isn't a sound. <br /> <br />I put on my big puffy jacket <br />And tie my boots tight to my feet. <br />Trying not to make too much racket, <br />I slide down the banister and past my dog Pete. <br /> <br />I quietly sneak out the front door, <br />And into the dead of the night. <br />I dance around my front yard, <br />Mimicking a bird in flight. <br /> <br />I think of an idea, <br />Letting my inner-child show. <br />I make one snowball; then two; three; four, <br />And throw them up towards the moon's heavenly glow. <br /> <br />Crashing onto the new fallen flakes, <br />I make two snow angels side-by-side. <br />Back and forth my arms shake, <br />For the wings of the angels: a guide. <br /> <br />Suddenly I see hints of orange and yellow in the distance, <br />And realize I'd better go back in the house. <br />Slipping into the entryway, <br />I creep up the stairs like a mouse. <br /> <br />I jump back onto my bed, <br />And pull over me the down-fillled quilt. <br />Letting the images slide thorough my head, <br />I remember the snow-things I built.<br /><br />Emily Hopkins<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/snow-things/