Dirty Snowflake

If I were a snowflake stuck to the window of a cozy log cabin

Before I had the chance to melt

Maybe I'd catch the eyes of the cuddly couple lounging by the fireplace on top of the large, brown bear pelt

A glittery shimmer I would be

By the firelight

If might I be that bright to catch their attention

Interrupting their warm thoughts of affection

Should they glance in my direction

Surely a tiny drip of water from me might wander down the glass pane

Not sure if from the heat cast by the fireplace flame or the couple's passion they thought privately displayed

To them I would be pure

Just a mindless, white snowflake stuck upon their windowpane

Nothing more than water to melt and wash away like rain

But wouldn't they accuse each other insane if either knew I had half a brain?

Because this is my poem about if I were a snowflake stuck to the window of a cozy couple's lover's cabin

Although fresh fallen from the sky

Untouched by Earth's soil

Still be a dirty snowflake would I

To them I would just be frost on the glass

But I would actually be a sneaky spy

Enjoying my very own private show as a dirty lass disguised as snow

Hoping to see more than just hugs and kisses on that bear skin pelt next to the firelight glow

Then maybe they'll sit naked, and sip hot cocoa piled high with mini marshmallows

Happy then to melt this dirty little snowflake would be after the steamy scene