Flurry the Fox and the First Snow

Flurry and the First Snow

Little Flurry, soft and white,
woke up in her den one night.
Something cold came drifting down,
floating, floating to the ground.

“Mama, look!” the fox kit cried,
“Tiny feathers fill outside!”
Mama smiled and licked her ear.
“That is snow, my little dear.”

Out they went into the night.
Every hill was round and white.
Crunch and crunch beneath their feet,
every step a squeaky beat.

Flurry hopped and Flurry spun.
Snow is cold, but snow is fun!
She dove into a snowy heap,
then popped out with a squeaky peep.

Then the sky began to glow,
green and pink above the snow.
Ribbons danced from left to right,
swirling softly through the night.

“Mama, is the sky on fire?”
“No, my love, it’s something higher.
Northern lights come out to say,
goodnight, goodnight, to end the day.”

Flurry watched with eyes so wide,
snuggled close at Mama’s side.
Snowflakes landed on her nose,
on her tail and on her toes.

Then she yawned a great big yawn.
“Will the lights be here at dawn?”
“When the sun comes, they will go,
but they’ll come back to dance on snow.”

Back inside the cozy den,
curled up like a ball again,
Flurry tucked her tail just so,
warm inside, while outside… snow.

Moon is shining, stars are bright,
northern lights say soft goodnight.
Little Flurry, warm and deep,
fox and snow are fast asleep.

The end.