This morning I saw the rink breathing
Puffing doors exhaled scents fill the air
Mobs of cold winters air rushing through
The winters locked doors

This morning I saw the rink awaken
Fire doors stretched open releasing the bitter iciness
The ice skates were animated buzzing about the big game
Air cons hesitate at the piercing cold winters ‘air

This morning I saw the rink crying
The tears from the penguins sliding through the cold ice
Plastic fold aways stared at cracked mirrors
Lamenting another day getting bashed about by the big skates

This morning I saw the rink dancing
Polar bears sliding across  the rink holding hands
The hot chocolate frolicking at the counter
The hockey puck whirling and twirling the morning away