By S.H. Dewhurst
It was indeed apparent he
Had figured he’d outwitted me,
For as I passed him slowly by,
From out the corner of my eye
I saw him smile and start to throw
That huge and hard-packed ball of snow.
I wonder now just what he thought
To see his planning go for naught,
To see me duck, then walk away,
The victor in our little “fray.”
He hadn’t guessed I used to enjoy
The selfsame thing when I was a boy!