What Do The Animals Say?

Winter vacation in my hometown

Always cold and snowy

New year approaching

Celebration at my grandparents’ farm

Profuse animals on the farm

Cows in the meadows

Horses in the barn

Chickens in the coop

But one year a blizzard

Our car blanketed

Thwarting our advance

Grandparents await anxiously

the skies unrelentless

White fluffy clouds

became sharp knives

stabbing our car

My father swerving left and right

but to left and curses under his breath

But all I could care for were the animals

Are the cows cold, Papa?

Would the horses wear sweaters?

Do the chickens have heat in their homes?

Innocent musings

Underlie my disposition  

My observation toward the animals

My indifference toward my present danger

“We made it!” My father’s triumph

I dashed for the barn

Greeted with moos, neighs, and clucks

I felt safe.