A massive, arch-shaped hearth of stone,
old shiplap walls of weathered oak,
warm, woolen rugs of corded make,
ancient rocker, it creaks a lot.
Fire consumes thick maple logs,
perched low on a wrought iron gate,
cast shadows flicker on the wall,
on the dog snoozing by the chair.
All his fur must be decorative
since he always hogs the fire,
a brindle-mutt with gray...
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