Many would say
That I'm a fool
If I laid awake at night
And only thought of you

But what if these thoughts
Were not of love
And they were hate filled and murderous
Precisely planned, with a fitting glove

Would it be a waste
To plan such a thing
When it would take you away
Along with my pain and grief

So as I think of you now
The feelings come even stronger
I've seen the way it unfolds
And for you, it won't be much longer

An invader has infiltrated our homes.
it lurks about seeking prey as it roams.
It’s seeping through the cracks and crevasses
inflicting chills wherever it passes.
It viciously bites our fingers and toes.
invoking the sniffles and a runny nose.
we are immobilized by its frozen touch
and left shivering and without a crutch.
However we’re not going to be defeated,
We strategically stay warm and heated.
we are uniformed in our winter attire.
and have an abundant supply of wood for fire.
We equipped blankets in every space
and have a constant roar in our fireplace
We will battle the cold until its summer time,
where the hot weather will then commit the crime
with the scorching heat it will send its attack
then we will beg for the cold to come back