"In the quiet of snowflakes, soft and slow,
Dogs bound through drifts, where the cold winds blow.Their paws leave prints in the glistening white,Chasing the winter, in pure delight.A snowman stands, with a frosty grin,As tails wag wildly, eager to spin.The world is a canvas, all frozen and bright,Dogs and snow dance in the soft, fading light."
As the last snow of winter gently blankets the earth, dogs bound through the crisp, powdery flakes with a joyful abandon that only the coldest days can bring. Their paws leave fleeting imprints in the freshly fallen snow as they race through the frosty landscape, chasing the cool, winter air. The snow, now turning soft and slushy in places, sparkles in the early sunlight, yet each flake feels like a goodbye. They leap, roll, and dig into the snow, savoring the fleeting moments before the season changes. This last snow, like a final dance with winter, marks the end of an icy chapter, but for the dogs, it’s a memory of pure, unfiltered joy — a last hurrah in the chill before the warmth of spring arrives.
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