We dashed outside <br />as the sky was falling. <br /> <br />“Crunch...crunch...crunch! ” <br />chanted the snow <br /> <br />as our footprints <br />chatted to it <br /> <br />in a bold yellow <br />booted voice <br /> <br />and slowly a bird <br />wrote itself across the sky <br /> <br />with such careful calligraphy
