The Snowman continued

 

Stave 2

Indeed the weather changed:

In the early hours of the morning

A thick, damp fog ranged;

At dawn, there came a light breeze,

So icy it brought a freeze

And when the sun rose in the sky,

Trees and shrubs were covered in rime,

Their delicate network

A glittering white lacework.

A young couple stopped

To admire the snowman

And the watchdog barked: Gone, gone!

He told the snowman the story of his life:

As a young pup he sat on a velvet chair,

The darling of the master and his wife.

When they had children

And he outgrew them,

There were no more hugs or games:

Gone, gone!

The housekeeper

Kept him in the cellar:

When the dog described

The comfort of the coal-black stove,

Its long neck and brass belly,

A strange feeling

Came over the snowman.

But then the watchdog

Was chained up

Outside

On his own:

Gone, gone!

 

©Kim M. Russell, 2015

Image found on hans-christian-andersens.blogspot.com