It snowed last night
But I don't see a sign of it
Upon our tree.
Only little paw prints show,
Where the squirrels and rabbits go.
When the wind is brisk and raw;
I pray for every little paw
That every critter’s safely housed
Underneath snow-laden boughs.
And while I’m safe and warm inside,
God will provide a place to hide.
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