Its here and I hear it, with the loud pinging voice
We really don’t want it here but we have no choice
We gasp at the voice of ” “, a voice so soft it’s not really heard
And soon the voice of ” ” will appear, a voice much more preferred
So we must not worry and we must not fret
For ” ” will soon cover ping’s slippery threat
Once ping is down it crunches under your feet
Where ” ” sounds like cotton rubbing together of sheets
And while this jot makes absolutely no sense
It is the first of January and in my defense
I write the sound difference between the sleeting ping
And the soft gentle sound when it is fully snowing.
It’s coming soon…
And as always, remember to be kind.