When the white comes over
Nothing can explore it
Falcon, raven, plover,
All of them deplore it
For the white refuses
To allow them flight time
Daytime it abuses
(Also ruins nighttime)
Therefore they take cover
Like all other creatures
None can even hover
Over blanked-out features
So the birds are huddling
While the snow is puddling.
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