Poem: Cold

cold dark eerie environment winter autumn halloween

It’s cold outside,

My windows – opaque.

Toes –  curled up tight.

Hands – beginning to shake.

 

Amber embers of fire flicker,

I begin to rock.

My breath in the air grows thicker,

There’s a hole in my sock.

 

The fat black cat returns back,

She always let’s in the cold.

I bolt shut the cat flap.

As she squeezes out the window.

 

If only I had another pair of socks,

Or a lazy fat black cat.

For now I’m running out of luck.

As the fire’s just blown out by the draught.

 

 

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