Cold Snow Fall Poem by Scarlett Outlaw

The snow fall this year will be cold.
How will the homeless surive;
living on your doorstep,
or in your garden?

They will trudge through the snow,
their feet getting wet.
Their hands getting frostbite.
Their lips turning blue.

The snow fall this year will be cold.
Whining for food at your door.
Limping and shivering from the cold.
Why should they be treated like this?

The strays will try to do what they can to surive;
eating leftovers,
scrounging on the bins,
being swept away with a broom.

The snow fall this year will be cold.
You'll be at home,
getting warm by the fire,
opening gifts.

Your door is shut,
the curtains are drawn.
You have no clue what is going on outside,
in the cold cruel world.