Goodnite - my Finnish Spitz
Flocked are my beautiful trees
From fog and cold morning air
When in the light stirring breeze
My dog thrives on being out there
Bounding and jumping for joy
Snout pushing snow like a plow
With Winter becomming her toy
She stops while she takes in the NOW
Into the house she now races
Wet from snout to her tail
On to the floor water traces
Now I get out mop and pail
Yes, 'tis nice to see winter
But outside where it should belong
I'll stay inside by the vintner
Until I can sing a Springs' song
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