Night Frost

Looking at my dark thick urn Holding nothing in store to burn On fire to ease this night sneeze Which had hold tight my body to freeze Does it mean it shows no concern? Or I have to make its deposit learn The best way one's owner needs be appease Seizing to calm the ideal angry breeze Ohbi: shame on it; I have my bed's hug Left the dark thick urn to its empty jug Beaming from its endless wish to run Away with the vanishing weather gun Shooting from all angles as my body plug Deeply and bow in the bed's warm drug Till bitten life's frost assault be truly done That sunshine will glow the sky and cloud be shun...