My fingers began to get numb
As I slowly inched my way along
Afraid I would slip on the icy, muddy bank,
I placed my feet carefully.
Silence filled the air
As my breath hung like a ghost
Maybe it would be better on the other side.
The worn tread on my shoes did little to help
As I made my way across the icy bridge.
Suddenly, a bird, with flapping wings
Startled me almost as much as my quiet click
Must have frightened him.
It's time to head home now -
I've gotten what I set out to find.
May all my Thanksgivings be
As peaceful as this one!