After a Snowstorm
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“After a Snowstorm,” Friend, Jan. 1984, inside back cover

After a Snowstorm

In my yard one morning

I found a flock of sheep.

I gently stroked them

One by one—

Their fur was soft and deep.

But later on the wind began

To blow away their hair.

And underneath the woolly white

I saw brown bush-bones there.