Look at these things fall past the window,
White as the clouds in the sky.
They fly around like a leaf on the wind,
Never letting up for me to catch the.
Flakes cling to my fur and stick in my paws,
Melting slowly as I stay outside in the drifts.
When my master finally calls and finds me,
The flakes melt as I’m held in his arms.
They fall around us as he carries me away,
Yet I will always remember their shape.
Falling constantly like little works of art,
I see that I have fallen in love with this fluff.
My master seems worried about me,
But I’m waiting for my next chance.
To dance with the fluff is my dream,
Yet to own the fluff is my love.