LITTLE SNOW CAT

with your face pressed up against the window, 
And your fingers in your hair 
Sitting restless in your chair
You wake every morning, 

rushing downstairs bundled in your snow clothes
Go and take a look outside
And you’ll see that the world is white

The days are as wide as the winter
The whole of the world at your fingers

You run to the back door, 

through the backyard, crawling through the snowdrifts 
Where your father piled them high 
In the cold December sky
Hey, little snow cat – 

here’s a snow fort; maybe it’s a mountain 
With a cave for you to hide
With no one else inside

The days are as wide as the winter
The whole of the world at your fingers
The eyes of a child in the winter
The days rushing on; let them linger 
The days rushing on; let them linger 

Hey, little snow cat – come inside, the day is almost over
And tomorrow’s coming soon
When you wake, all the world is new!

The days rushing on; let them linger