Fourteen degrees,
Inside got to sixty-seven last night in metal tube!
Outside was thirty -seven,
Last night wind scared shit out of poet!
Felt like trailer had materialized in Frank L. Baum’s Oz!
Burr inside!
Burr I supose without!
Got books going for sure to Florida,
Charlie and Chocolate factory going to California if found today,
So must Out I go!
Perfect day to stay home,
Toss water at naughty cats!
While safely under a few blankets,
Just a thought,
It’s passing,
Oldest cats demanding food,
Toodles!
Pause to wonder had a bucket on front porch and two cardboards,
Wonder if still there,
Now I must move cat and ruse,
And go tether and check!
Val Whitewolf 