Frostbite

by | Dec 14, 2016 | Poetry | 0 comments

Bitter cold growls like a circling dog.
At first, just a warning, a hint
of white mist. Closing in,
dog nips at polar heels, then
Wham! In for the killer bite
immobilising fingers

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