Winter`s knocking !

Winter is knocking at my door

The cold is seeping under it

So stoking up the fire for warmth

As bones are chilling where I sit

The cat`s stretched out before the hearth

Quietly watching the mice run free

Rooms filled with the sound of whistling

Copper kettle boiling for me

The flicker from a lone candle

And spectacles perched on my nose

Makes it hard to see the stitches

Of this delicately sown rose

As the wind batters the stutters

The fire just about keeps me warm

The cat stirs for but a moment

We both know there`s to be a storm

For the night will be a harsh one

But we`ll be safe here together

My cat and I in our cottage

Nestled down here in the heather

As long as there`s a roof over my head, warmth and company I know I`ll be ok.

© Lis Bull 2013