The snow falls slowly, on to the cold concrete.
Its freezing--- there's not a single soul is outside.
Everyone is inside of their houses.
The mothers of the neighborhood ghouls, can finally have a stress free day because their sons aren't outside being mischievous.
They pray for days like this in May because "Lord knows, when it rains it pours"---
But not in the winter, they know that the crime rate will drop as soon as the temperature does.
Their unruly sons have return back to her den in order to start hibernating.
They continue hoping that the winter days continue to drag on; for, they live in fear that their off springs will be offed in spring.
A lot of people never see winter time as a time of life and prosperity--- that's because they aren't the mothers of these Monsters.
The streets see their sons as evil creatures, but they still see their sons as babies.
This winter is cold is preserving their sons from incarceration and death.


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