Yanick’s Best Hat, Part 2

The snow got ever deeper
Up to his ankles, his knees, his waist
The wind finally gave in
Maybe tired of being chased

The best hat dropped
A few short yards ahead
Yanick stretched all of himself toward it
reaching madly he grabbed a thread

He drew his best hat to him
Dusted it off a bit
Pulled it tightly onto his head
Such a warm and cozy fit

The storm’s rage had ended
Yanick noticed as he turned around
He looked into the distance
No landmarks to be found

He had traveled many miles
Much farther than he thought
All ahead was blackness
His stomach began tying a knot

Just then a small miracle happened
The moon waltzed out into the sky
All of the world lit up
Yanick breathed out a hugely deep sigh

A special truth about snow
It tracks wherever you go
When moonlight creates its glow
The way home is something you know