Snow poem

Snow falling, wind howling, Bess being a snow dog.

Powdery snow, packed in a ball, falling apart before touching the black silhouette of Bess.

Toes, fingers, face freezing to death. 

kierans vignette!!

I charge, pass, run, smash, everything. I snaffle up the ball and run to the goal  

and dive on the muddy grass. I feel good I’ve scored a try!