frost gathers on my window pane
I feel a bitter draft
snowflakes blow like grains of sand in a desert
coating everything in sight a shimmering white
words on the page begin to blur
I give a little yawn and stretch
my cat is wrapped around my feet
my chocolate has gone cold
outside the wind sounds hungry
the yard is a blur of white
inside the fire is dying out
a chill wraps around me
reluctantly I set down my book
and shuffle off to bed
I bundle myself in a downy mass
and drift off to sleep with the cat at my feet ~
Copyright ©2011 Angela Schofield
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