Unpunctual Snow

The weather guys said it was supposed to snow around ten but it didn't start until eleven thirty. Shows how punctual they are right? I was inspired to write a poem so I scribbled it on the back of a carwash slip. The poem is called The Legend of Lost Lake Swamp and it can be read on White Fox:Silver Crow and on on my page at fifteen minutes of fiction. It's inspired by the time my dad was at the shack and him and the beagle got charged by a wolf who then ran off when my dad yelled at it. Enjoy.