Cold Evening Problems

COLD EVENING PROBLEMS Trying to stay warm in front of the fire Draughts find their way to my leg, waist or higher Like little cold water trickles They insist on touches and tickles - Coming over the window ledge Sneaking around the inner edge Of the closed windows fore and aft. I move to a warmer spot with no draught; When I settle they swarm towards me. I am attractive like jam to a bee. How do they know where I am, Like radar guided jets (not turbine but ram)? I put rugs against the cracks - Still those airborne watery attacks. In desperation I seal up the door, Then find trickles coming through the floor. Now it’s double socks and sweater - Can’t think of anything better. Those squirts of cold air wash over Me even as I try to hide and cover: Maybe the only way for me tonight Is go to bed and snuggle up tight.