They walked overnight

Through the bellows of the storm,

Tails held high and noses down

The stoic pups made not a sound

For Winter marched upon the land

Like soldiers with a battle plan

And there stood the icy craggy crown

Of an invader to their town.

They did approach

And then did howl

This structure did not bode them well.

The leader chased it over cliff

And through the pines and high snow drift

Then they returned through winter’s night

The pups no worse for wear

Protecting their humans from Ice blight

Was their only care.