Icy Fingers
Icy fingers scratched and clawed feebly at the door
No-one answered it.
A whispering, whimpering voice called out
No-one heard it.
Frozen frost bitten hands tapped weakly against the window pane
No-one noticed.
Outside the wind and snow thrashed mercilessly around
Inside people were warm and dry
While feet away at the cabin door a man wept and prayed.
Hello there ..... found you! :)
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