Meeting the Beast

The winter wind,
The soggy snow
Gather amidst
My auburn hair.
The polar ice
Is all I know,
Yet not at home
Do I feel there.

You think I am
Abominable,
Which makes me feel
Out of place,
But I am just
A ginger yeti.
Please put away
Your mace.

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