Long claws that scratch.
And fangs that bite.
The ice descended over night.
Clear of clouds.
A sky that's bright.
Jack frost's paint brush.
Out in force.
Planetary alignment.
Pretty rare.
Blazing skies.
Eating fries.
Discarded ones.
Half eaten burgers.
Keeping warm.
Feeling for the homeless ones.
Waiting for the climbing sun.
In my thoughts.
In my mind
I'm indoors.
Guess what I find.
Warmth and coffee.
A cosy duvet.
So very lucky.
(c)LIVVI