Like a creeping monster
It's almost transparent.
Slithering across dark roads
It's cold to the touch.
The pallid mist is a hazard
Its breath is very toxic.
It deflects off of your light
The wind pushes it against you.
It is pretty, during the day
But at night, it terrorizes you.
It causes fatal accidents and
Its fog is like a craving serpent.
No, it's not an invincible monster
But it is a simple fact of life.
We encounter it every winter
But its beauty is in the eye of the
beholder.
