13th December prompt from Stutley Constable: And snow angels make four.
Hope this makes sense.
Snow Angels
Holmes and Watson take a short cut
Through the snow and ice-glazed park.
A busy day pursuing villains,
Getting cold and getting dark.
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Cosy fire and slippers waiting.
Mrs Hudson's fresh-brewed tea.
Temptation is to hurry on,
Not pick their way more cautiously.
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Frozen water's quite a hazard;
Boots don't always firmly grip.
Ice, well polished, gleams and sparkles;
Watson starts to slide and slip.
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Holmes' coat sleeve is nice and handy,
Watson grabs it, full of hope.
Sadly both just gain momentum;
Glide as one down gentle slope.
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Path ends soon, but movement doesn't.
A graceless tumble into snow.
A deep and quite impressive drift,
Which both now decorate, just so.
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Arms and legs are thrashing madly;
Both attempt in vain to stand,
Till two young ladies, spot their plight
And give the snow-bound pair a hand.
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Soon they're back on surer ground,
Retrieving fallen hat and cane.
Thanks to timely intervention
They can head for home again.
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Watson glances back at snowdrift;
Angels present, total four.
Two, fur-trimmed and helpful maids;
And flailing friends have shaped two more.
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