Night of Snow

        

    Donuts Begging

When you're asleep I will play 

Have double fun when it snows 

Making circles that erase 

My Mustang Ford likes to play 

The circles are black most times 

Black with melted tire rubber 

Circles at your intersect 

Round and round our creation 

Now when the new snow is fresh 

It's first come first dig your treads 

And with this snow all will like 

Enjoy another circle 

A grin resting on your chin 

. . . 

Poem and Photo Copyright ©️ jimmiehov 2026, all rights reserved.

 -Written in response of Susan"s prompt,  at https://newwhatsgoingon.blogspot.com/?m=1