Literature
Brothers
Under the glow of the moon,
In the bitterness of the storm,
I sit here, alone and cold.
My fur, a gift from the gods,
Seems to no longer warm my body.
Soon my paws grow heavy and limp,
As the frigid snow steals their warmth.
I look to the sky and the moon that hangs,
To sing my final goodbye,
For I know I will not last the night,
Against Mother Nature's barrage of ice and snow.
My body grows even colder,
As the snow slowly builds in my fur.
I look one last time at the world around me,
And wish for a different end.
Suddenly I am surrounded by warming fur.
Slowly my eyes open as my body begins to flow,
And there, laying on eith