the snow will fall gently
while we sleep.
we will not hear city sounds,
cars will glide silently down quiet streets.
we will dream in white, warm
under our covers in flannel jammies.
even the dog will cease her snoring,
the mouse will stop chewing in the cupboard
a moment before the trap snaps, the only
sound in the whole town,
we stir in our sleep, the dog whimpers
and then all is quiet again.
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