cabin fever

cabin fever                                    October 24, 2015
i need to call the heater-man
winter is almost here
and the chill is settling in my joints
i used to think
the cold got in my bones
but now i am old and know
it is the spaces in and between
my thin bones where the ice collects
i thought the man who liked it warm
would be a good match for me
until i learned
he has to have heat
because his heart is cold
and he has to have hate
because his head is hot
i would rather keep a cold house
with happy children
and content cats
than a warm house
where we tip-toe around
sleeping wrath and silent pride
and only walk with leashes
if we are allowed outside

About m

My ego wants to think I'm a writer but my heart knows I'm just another one of God's Kids who sometimes has words to say. 2 human kids and 3 feline kids call me Mom. Or Mooooooom. Or mewom, depending which you ask. I'm kinda-sorta busy being a student again; this time I signed myself up for a bizarre torture known as Graduate School. Theoretically in 4ish years I'll have earned some more nice letters to put with my name. Let's face it, I'm addicted to learning and probably need rehab to restore me to sanity and remove the obsession to read books. I don't remember what free time is but I think I like to spend it sleeping or playing in the mud on a river bank.
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