Above Start Bay

Snow has fallen above Start Bay,
"The grass," thinks the cow, "is cold today."

Gulls stamp their feet, not a worm do they see.
Deep underground, the worms agree:
"The cow is right. The grass is brittle
With stinging ice, and we are little.
We'll stay underground, where it's warmer and safe,
Away from the snow and the winds that chafe."

"I've seen not a worm," thinks the cow, "all day.
We're in for more snow, over cold Start Bay."

poem © Celia Warren 2010