A Poet Never Sleeps

One day you will be faced with the impossible. When you become afraid, become inspired.

22 November 2011

The Little Orange Fox

The little orange fox
With a tiny black nose,
Sleeping soundly on the book,
The sunshine coming through
The window pane.
Slowly warming his
Thick fur coat

The fire crackles,
The embers glow,
Snow is falling down,
It’s mid- February and
The smell of roses fills
The room .

The door opens,
A breeze rushes in,
He awakens from his nap,
Opening one eye, he glances around
In she walks, with coffee cup in hand.
Ready for the new day .

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