How proud I am to have such a great Flickr friend !
Bev wrote a poem again for my photo....
snowing last night it looked so strange ~ as I walked home alone
it was snowing hard but still you could hear ~ the wind as she moaned
I bent my head and struggled slow when ahead to my surprise
there before me stood someone ~ I could hear their lonely cries
hard to distinguish from the outline ~ young, old or insane
but the noise I heard worried me ~ a cry a plea and a name
someone was missing on this evil night ~ calling out their plight
as I got closer and tried to see ~ the disappeared from sight !