The whiteness grows
Sun on it glows
Everyone knows
I’m speaking of snow.
Drifting so high
You’ll miss seeing the sky
If you’re a squirrel
Or a small kestrel
Looking for food
In the white snood
Is a difficult chore
When it snows even more.
https://allaboutwritingandmore.wordpress.com/2017/02/15/daily-word-prompt-12-snow/
The Bag Lady 