This biting cold here..
I draw my thick blanket, from my
Shivering feet to cover my parched face ,
I wriggle, shrink, beneath the cover,
Outside it is snowy and cold as a cod
My understanding little kid gives me
Cocooned pillow, me to coddle with,
Slowly I close my eyes, to visit my
land of shores, the dried palm leaves,
the tall coconut trees, in which beehives
Weave their dormitories, the sandy beaches
By which I weave a web of creativity,
Sleep creeps in as surreptitious
as a cat’s paw.
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