High in the night sky

Spread your magic far and wide

Casting potent spells.

Howling through alleys

Threat’ning to blow us away

Asheville’s winter wind.

Cold, dreary Sunday

A great time for fuzzy socks

Snuggled on the couch.

Hiding on the fridge

Posed like Snoopy’s Red Baron

Waiting to dive bomb.

Wafting through the house

Bringing the senses to life

Magic little beans.

Drifting ‘cross the sky

Morphing into an angel

So soft and wispy.

Perched up in the tree

Mocking all your feathered friends

When you’re not shrieking.