The tunnel leads to underground.
Where a solid door was easily found.
Inside old badger snored away.
Beside a fire, he slept all day.
Above a gale blew hard and bitter.
Snow touched branches all a glitter.
Ponds frozen hard with ice a shimmer.
Shadows grew long, the woods now dimmer.
A field mouse tucked in her tiny nest.
Clutching her babies to her chest.
Her home swayed back and forth with force.
She told them tales to calm them of-course.
Never a wind so fierce had been.
Never such snow had anyone seen.
Trees now falling with giant screams.
Snow- drifts appalling completed the scene.
The water rat worried for his little den.
He shored up the door with some string and a pen.
The weight of the snow now cracking his door.
Never seen such a storm before.
The Rabbits lay peacefully in their burrow.
Cuddled all up until tomorrow.
Dozing and snoozing they couldn’t care.
Just cosiness oozing everywhere.
But up in the air! The pigeons perching.
This way and that on branches lurching.
Leaning to left, leaning to right.
Just keeping level a hell of a fight.
The moral to this is easily found.
If you want peace of mind then live underground.