It looks around and sees not me.
It sees the trees, yes.
It sees the snow, the mud, the dark, the cold.
It stops.
Does it hear me? No.
It hears the winter and the night.
It shivers; is it turning white?
Cold things are tasteless, are wrong.

Loved this part! Really good rhythm and flow.. flow being the most important aspect for me in writing. The cadence was nice, and for some reason I kept hearing it in my head spoken like Gollum.