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Waking from my sleep on a dark, chilly day

Preparing for another early morning to play

Pulling on my warm jacket and stocking cap

Heading out the door without need of a map

Making this early morning journey once again

Walking down a street where many have been

Moving hurriedly while struggling with numbing, frigid air

Searching a pocket to discover my gloves are not a pair

Being discovered, a nervous rabbit hops away

Seeing me, he certainly doesn’t desire to play

Crossing the street, a black cat stares back

Slithering away, she doesn’t cross my path

Freezing my face, the frosty air feels bitterly cold

Hurrying along with a pace that is rapid and bold