Useless fingers, frozen from the cold, tried to grasp the laces
Nothing was going right. The cold was so bitter, the snow so deep
Then there were the noises in the dark. The sniffs and pants from furry four legs
It made his spine quiver. He took a step and pulled his foot out of the boot
Even though his foot was half frozen, when it crashed into the snow the chill exploded
Daylight found the boot alone in crimson snow
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