Fireplace

I wonder what Mack is brewing today All I can do is lick the pot He builds me up higher, my embers, they- Are smiling cause they know they're hot I stare at the red sofa he's sitting upon And at the cat I've burned once or twice What can I say? The thing knows its wrong To sit by a fire with ice I taste a small dripping of soup from above My flames hiss in the deepest content With my dancing shadows, I warm as a glove As I wait for a new log's descent