a/n:prompt from reflekshun:-snow-
Holmes and companions do not belong to me
POV of Watson.
Snowing
And still it snowed;
He watched the flakes as the world turned white.
The doctor sighed;
At last, the end of his day in sight.
All patients seen;
Unless any late, extra calls appeared.
A chance to rest;
He could head for home, now his work had cleared
An urgent call;
The chance, instead, of a sleepless night.
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His Gladstone bag;
His cane, of course, and a scarf wrapped tight.
He headed out;
With the fervent hope he could put things right.
The need to help;
It was helplessness, every doctor feared.
And still it snowed.
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So close to death;
The chance he'd make any difference; slight.
A hopeless case;
He knew deep down he would lose this fight.
A battle lost;
Though he'd tried his best and had persevered
To ease all pain;
And to stay close by as the end had neared.
A long walk home;
A weary trudge in the morning light.
Too tired to care;
Or to feel the warmth as the sun shone bright.
And still it snowed.
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