Winter's Best Friend 5

Snowie felt alone, a frosty, silent tear, The forest hushed, with winter drawing near. All white and still, beneath a blanket deep, He stood so tall, while all the creatures sleep.

The trees wore gowns of ice, so crisp and bright, The sun a pearl, with barely any light. The wind it whispered secrets through the wood, As Snowie sighed, "Oh, if I only could..."

...have a friend! He wished with all his might, When suddenly, a flash of colour, bright! A tiny flutter, wings against the breeze, A little birdie perched upon his knees!

"Chirp, chirp," she sang, "My name is Birdie Blue, The forest's lonely, isn't it, for you?" Snowie smiled wide, a carrot grin so grand, "Indeed it is! Come, rest upon my hand!"

They talked and laughed, as snowflakes danced around, Birdie told tales of seeds she'd underground. Snowie shared stories of the silent snow, And how the icicles like crystals grow.

They built a tiny nest within his hat, Where Birdie snuggled, warm and snug at that! He sheltered her from winds so fierce and cold, A friendship blossomed, brave and pure as gold.

No longer lonely, Snowie's heart did gleam, With Birdie by his side, a winter dream! They sang a song of friendship, loud and clear, Chirping and chuckling, banishing all fear!

The forest echoed with their joyful sound, Two winter friends, the happiest around! Snowie and Birdie, best friends through the snow, Their laughter filled the woods, a cheerful glow!