The winter's storms ranted, raged, and roared,
Causing damage that most couldn't afford.
Inside, we all sat,
With a fluffy cat,
Waiting for power to be restored.
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D.L. Finn
D. L. Finn is a multi-genre author. Her work includes the paranormal, poetry, memoir, romance, fantasy & children books. She is also a blogger, photographer & reader and encourages everyone to embrace their inner child.
Dream Log #9
This was a dream from last which I think was triggered by bumping into somebody I used to work with. She has retired from the care home I used to work with. I feel a bit too exhausted to try and make this short dream to make it over the 600 word count requirement from Vocal, so I will convert it into a poem so it will will automatically pass the filter and I feel like writing a poem because the imagery felt nostalgic and daunting at the same time.
By Chloe Gilholya day ago in Poets
Comments (9)
I wanna be that cat! 💕🙂
Aww! Nothing like a cozy fire and a fluffy cat to help pass a storm.
I love the photo you chose to go with this poem, Denise. I can feel it!
Thank God for the fireplace for light and heat. And, always, thank God for the cat!
Cozy and relatable!👌👌🧡💝
Oh dear, I have had this same experience. It's loads of no fun.
With winter's fury, you've got a furry... Great poem. 😊
Thank goodness for snug homes and furry cats. I enjoyed this limerick, Denise!
I love the coziness of this one, although being without power isn't fun.