Alone for nine days, my doggie and I

We decide to leave the house, since the weather was dry

We went to the park, where the snow was abundant

And threw around the ball, a chore that is redundant

Then the ball disappeared around the linked fence

In order to get to it, we had to climb a snow hill that was immense

Rusby climbed it with ease, using his four paws

Scaled the mountain so fast, I gave him a round of applause

He looked at me as if saying “what are you waiting for”?

And so I scrambled up the hill, more and more

On top of the hill, I sighed a breath of relief

Thinking that there was no ice to give me any grief

How simple I was not realizing the mistake I made

one side of the hill had remained in the shade

the other side, was slippery and frightful

and with only two legs, one bad step would spiteful

Oh!  How I fell!

My legs slipped out from under me, up in the air

My arms were not fast enough to save me from despair

I fell on my ass, “bum” in the local tongue

So hard I fell, my head spun and spun

Alone on the ice, such a disgrace

was the moment my dog thought he should start licking my face

I knew I wasn’t paralyzed, cause I could push him away

And he returned, dropping the prized ball on my chest — wanting to play

After a moment of catching my breath I tried to move again

But fell, this time face down, once more in pain

Third time, I crawled my way away from the hill

Back into the park, I stood up, using all my will

They say falling in the snow is a true Montreal experience

I have felt the glory of surviving, and have been ready to leave since.