White hare in a brown world

In the snowless winter

The snow hare hunkers down

In a kink near some heather

Or a covering of rock.

Either way it won’t be known

As cotton

blends with ash, or a snowflake

tickles your nose

Or a marshmallow

bobs in a hot chocolate glass

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