Soft, gentle, beautiful,
Flakes gracefully float.
Laying a quilt as fresh as white linen,
She whispers a caution and utters a quote.
Tucking us in she warns us,
Be fooled not by my beauty.
I may seem all sweetness and light,
Underestimation is my ally.
Hush now child and wait for tonight.
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