slice of life for day four,
Snow Sweep, take 2.
Final vestiges of winter
were packed away
and carted to the attic.
Until day seventeen when
I spy his yellow-banded black hat
trimmed with festive holly
and secured with a red button.
His star studded fringed scarf,
with matching jingle bells
two coal black eyes,
and carrot nose
adorn his cotton-filled head.
He shouts gleefully
through a cross stitched mouth,
"I hid in plain sight,
yet you missed me
during Snow Sweep 1
and Snow Sweep 2.
I hereby claim for 2025
the coveted title,
The Lone Straggler!"
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