I am really not a poet.
It is, perhaps, for this reason that I am so amused that my Sainted Girlfriend has (likely ill-advisedly) insisted that I blog about the haiku we wrote together. It is important, of course, to keep in mind that by "wrote" I mean "happened across semi-accidentally" and by "haiku" I really mean "something that could charitably be labeled free verse." What can I say? I try to be honest.
We haven't officially named this poem, so I suppose I will tentatively title it: "The dragon crouching in snow with the suckling pups." Why have I titled it thusly? Because I am insane.
So, without further ado:
The dragon crouching in snow with the suckling pups
A cold hand
And there you go.