Snow Monkeys

I wander through the fresh and white

Ascending to an all new height

And through the path covered in snow

Winter sunshine casts its glow

The monkeys play, and stare me down

Pulling faces like little clowns

Their ruby faces highlighted with cold

And how they run at tourists is bold

The air bites, into the springs they dip

Heat rising from the pool as they wake from kip.

Lazily grooming in the sun

Gathering speed, in packs they run

Hardest to capture is a single one.