a blizzard so fierce
I fall on my ass
scraping the car windows
barely made it home from work
wet and stinging cold
the storm rages as if
on a destructive mission
lights out
nature is in charge

a form behind me
observing my movements
the eight foot yeti
is fascinated by my
clearing away of snow
from my camery
he begins to assist me
I faint in the snow

the icy air
revives me, the fluffy
ape looks worried
hovering over me
slowly I rise up
too tired from my
busy life to run
from the yeti

I begin to babble
about my woes
paying bills, shoveling
snow, my cat's bad breath
the giant white creature
listens intently
he seems to actually
care and I fall back
into a pile of snow

he lifts me up
points to the cardinal
on a branch
he makes a small
snowman and coos
like a dove
he wants to play
so I join this New
England yeti
in frolicking about

the snow ceases falling
the sun arrives with a
glow
my big hairy friend
smiles and waves
good-bye
off he trots into
the woods

the yeti and I
enjoyed some fun
in the coldness of
winter
deep inside I know
he will return in
the next blizzard
we will have fun
again and away from
my cares I will be