Winter Blows
I have an electric fireplace.
It gives off lots of heat.
I have it positioned in such a way
it aims right at my feet.
The second that I turn it on
the cat parks herself right there.
Blocking the heat, aimed at my feet.
It really isn't fair.
She makes it clear that that's her spot.
I guess that I've been told
and I suppose I can't blame her
since I , too, am old and cold.
Winter weather I can do without.
This cold is not for me,
but we'll get by, Honey and I,
just you wait and see.
Copyright © Francine Roberts | Year Posted 2016
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