Cold, crisp, icy.
Frozen to the ground.
No pouncing.
No climbing.
Yet there is a brilliant smile.
Standing still.
In the chill.
Till the sun finds
Ice panther.
Formed by what?
Who cares!
It’s nature art!
Cold, crisp, icy.
Frozen to the ground.
No pouncing.
No climbing.
Yet there is a brilliant smile.
Standing still.
In the chill.
Till the sun finds
Ice panther.
Formed by what?
Who cares!
It’s nature art!
A beautiful piece of nature art.
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Thank you.
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