A snowflake so perfect was found on the ground,
Its beauty was one that was simply profound,
And even when I picked it up with my hands,
The crystals remained in their translucent strands.
I thought it was strange, what an odd little flake,
All made out of ice and yet wholly opaque,
But when it endured and not melted but new,
Was when I discovered that I was one too.
Reowr 
My cats eat snowflakes. I don’t know why.
The answer to the question why a cat does anything is, I believe, simply because it can.
Nice ending!
Glad you liked it! It was the only one that made sense to me. 🙂
beautiful.
really loved that ending 🙂
Really glad you did. 🙂