Outside, snow is falling.
It looks gorgeous, as it settles to the ground.
Somewhere inside, my heater starts clanking.
Smoke drifts in from the vents.

Flashing lights, and a blaze on the horizon.
The fight is long, but I’m safe.
The same can’t be said for my house.
For, now, inside, snow is falling.

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