Perspective

The familiar has disappeared in the 
most mysterious manner that their
comprehension challenges to make
sense of. An atmosphere and a landscape
suddenly different in sight, smell and
certainty for what they have encountered
is a far different world than the one
they have been accustomed to. It is as
though some agency has casually overlaid
their forest playground with a sparkling
white diaphanous veil of crisp frozen
crystals beckoning them to cavort
within the deep plushness of a coverlet
hiding from them what they know to
be there but somehow plunged deep
into unfamiliarity. They have become 
infused with a sense of diabolical
playfulness, racing and romping and
challenging one another to the deepest
embrace of the newfallen snow now
clinging to their black hair; small
sibling dogs whose world has shed its
boring persona they know all too
tediously well, for one whose alternation
as a playful-poodle-specific forest deep
within a still-falling snow event has
awarded them the day's special prize.