It doesn’t have to be the Red Roe Deer running across the Sweet Vernel-Grass.

It doesn’t have to be the cyan blue kingfisher on the Halm Oak tree.

It doesn’t have to be the Town hall’s bell ringing as it hits 12:00pm.

It could be the crackle of the fireplace as the frozen-water falls out the sky.

It could be the bin’s wheels squeaking like a little mouse while the bin man takes it.

It could be the light bulb shining brightly like the snow on the Winter Lane hill.

Beware of the glint of the crisp packet shining in your eyes like the sun rise.

Notice how the paper soaks as fast as flash.

Even the garbage is smellier than ever like you just opend a rotten milk carton.