Damp Winter

Pregnant with indecision

 The winds breathe

A biting vision  

My smooth skin feeds 

The lounging cat

On my bed 

Prevents me 

From smoothing out the creases

 On my wrinkled blanket

 And my heavy head 

The annual occurrence 

Odour of fir and bark 

The day commence With a distant lark .

The End

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