A Midnight Stroll The snow began to fall it was cold that day He just wanted to go for a walk but he had lost his way For hours he wandered the woods lost and comepletely alone except for the hybernating animals how he wished for a phone It grew darker as the sun set and the temperature dropped under a tall hawthorne tree he sat and stopped oh, he shivered throughout the night trembling and cursing his plight for he was quickly losing his fight The snow swirled around creating a white haze he couldn't see ten feet in front of him it was like walking through a maze he leaned against the tree not a wise thing to do and thought of things that reminded him of home he had forgotten he had to use the loo His eyelids whispered shut just for a little while He thought he deserved it he had walked more than a mile Frost gathered in his hair while he slept and the snow covered branches wept an all night vigil a single star above him kept Spring came late that year almost never came at all After the flowers died and leaves took hold the leaves died and there was fall It was many years after that his body, thawed, was found he could never be identified with the couple of bones on the ground He went for a midnight stroll and never came back He never should have left the familiar path should never have gotten off-track The snow had taken him too soon the wind had whistled a haunting tune while the clouds covered the moon