Icy Fingers

A cold front came by one night That morning the air had such a chill I stoked up the wood stove The wood box I’d have to fill I looked out at the trees An ice storm had grabbed ahold Of everything in its way Oh my, it was so cold There was a gentle layer of snow Upon the icy ground Winter had arrived for sure The evidence was all around I saw the dog I love so much Down the road a ways He’d stop and glance back It’s kind of how he plays I’d warm him a bowl of milk I thought to myself Reached inside the fridge Plucked milk from off the shelf I smiled as I thought about him What a darling he’d turned out to be Had him since he was a puppy He was such a good friend to me I opened the door and he glanced up I knew he wouldn’t linger When the tree limbs were covered In what looked like icy fingers!