Uniting For Warmth

trying to get warm on a January day. we inch toward the window, feeling the heat this mama has been baking something sweet what is that smell? the squirrels ask me a mere cardinal, what would I know about people food? i fabricate a story and they all buy in, snuggling together we are never as unified as in the winter when it is this bad why can’t we be this united all the time? It is surely sad.