Lola
The warmth of the fire
Toasted her toes and filled her heart.
Dark but for flames
No wasted light, no need.
Allowing the embers to die
She curled up tighter
In her sleep.
Waking as the chill descended
As the heat fell away.
Standing and stretching
To seek warmth and comfort.
Walking to the bedroom
To marry the second half of the night
To the first already passed.
Climbing onto the bed
Wrapping her tail over her nose
And tucking in her paws with
A contented yet sleepy purr.
Copyright © Emma Goodridge-Hobson | Year Posted 2024
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