A Blanket of Snow
By Jerry Curtis
God ruffles his hair
With his own special comb
While his white frozen dandruff
Stacks on his home
And we, his own guests
Marvel and shovel
Our own little paths
Here in God's hovel
We build Him our statue
And call it a "man"
Made from God's droppings
It melts as it stands
For the sun is God's eye
Undoing white pelts
God's very own snow storm
Unblinking it melts
But while it is falling
We stare at His show
He lays His white cloaking
A blanket of snow
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