The Moya View

Cold Snap

A mother out in a cold snap
stumbled on an odd little note
half buried in the snow near her boot.
It seemed a bloody torn cloth
but opened to a small half wing.
She almost, in shock, let it slip her grasp.
Yet, it rang a tender bell,
for it felt like her baby’s pink palm,
even though, the cat was sitting near.
The cat ran with it as she
dropped it gently back down.





One response to “Cold Snap”

  1. carolineshank Avatar

    Absolutely polished. What a great image and as usual the ending

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