A wee run for a night by the fire… aye wi flickerin flames tae.
Winters Vail that frosted crunching snow
Step by step a trail that leads into the night
Is all the more the reason for his flight
Loud crunching steps yes louder than his own
Upon hearing such noise and at a pace
My fear it was that win the race
Ears were pricking as the pace it quick… end
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