I was staying in a snowy mountain lodge on Monday, with the realization of learning that I must wake at the crack of dawn to the sounds of chicken crows. I wake up to miss the kiss of my wife which would be nice. I am sad, sour, and sore with the sound of snakes hissing. They only hiss at me, or am I the only thing they see no that cant be. Because my family is here with me, to run the farm with so the whole world can see. Techniques used: Assonance, sibilance, euphony, cacophony