Climate Change
Like a puppy dog, young winter
playfully nips at wrists and ankles.
Mild mannered winds
have cool moods now,
at night they sulk and sink
to the foot of the bed
where only yesterday
your feet glowed like a clowns nose.
You sleep not, not even in socks
and it sucks.
By dawns early light
young winter is no more,
in its place is a snarly
winter wolf
and though it is early,
even for breakfast.
you hungrily fix yourself
a double cheeseburger
and of course
another for the werewolf
that is now
howling at the front door.
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