Little Life

Bitter air nipped at my throat,

Heat struggling to flee my coat

Maybe looking for another host.

Warily I continue to travel

Down the road to see what’s the matter

Inside of the barn where I heard a small sound

Of little bodies shuffling around.

As I open the door I’m greeted by hay

And snow tries to rush in, in spite of my haste.

I manage to keep out the callous wind trying to

Usher in cold, an unwelcome guest.

I stare at the stack and then peer under to see

Two eyes and one tiny heart beginning to beat.