Grumpy Snowman

He sat molded to the bench, his bench. His emotions a frozen heart.

Managing to appear, disinterested.

His defense was a well practiced grumpy demeanor.

Easily turning back the ones who would have otherwise engaged in conversation. Even the pigeons gave him a wide berth. Preferring instead to find easier handouts elsewhere.

There was one though, that knew differently, her intuition plowing right through his crystallized exterior.

She came and sat, at his bench, and teased words from his mouth. Slowly he melted under her Sun, reviving in him what was always there.

How easily she went past his gruff attitude, to find the man that few knew existed. Before he could have thought to resist, she had thawed his frozen heart. Where even laughter had previously not dared to exist.