Cougar was quite surprised at his first snow.
His black, soft fur contrasted with the white.
His yellow-green eyes were brightly aglow.
And he wandered about in dark of night
only to find there was nowhere to go.
So he fell asleep in the pale moonlight.
I could not find him at first, the next day–
his tracks led straight to the bird feeding tray.
C Copyright, 2013, Freeda Baker Nichols
This poem is by the Ottava Rima pattern. Three a-b pairs that end in a couplet.