Hibernating maybe disagreeable to some,
Hiding away in my shoebox or sardine can,
Eight feet at its widest point,
Thirty four feet from nose to tail end,
Answering to no one, nagged by none…
No one, it seems, does of me call,
The only time I do to the outside crawl,
Is to walk the dog, a necessity for us all…
When the weather outside is frightful,
We stay dry, warm or cool, no bull,
We eat, we drink, we are entertained,
We are each others companions,
On this subject I feel I have to you enough explained…
© ed & Rufuz 4/28/09
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Stay safe and warm. Nice poem.
Cynthia
Edvard(k) the Cleanest Elder Brother
but, looked at the clock - 11 pm - too late - WHY?
'CAUSE A LITTLE OLE LADY LIKE YOU IS PROBABLY IN BED SNORIN' ALREADY!
maybe tomorrow, after work/ we'll see!
my lil box is 344 feet bigger, but still my castle, just like urine!
just got a letter from my local landlady BITCH - warning to mow my lawn!
she's the ONLY stress factor here at my park - thank GOD!
LATER - GATOR ... TK
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :)
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
In Spirit,
Bear