As i crawl out of my burrow bed
Into the cool chill of my room
I greet this cold
With a two-fingered salute
Accompanied by a few expletive deletives
And dress
Hurriedly
Already, my hands
And feet
Feel cold
The hot water bottle
Perhaps with a twisted humour
And irony
Burns my derriere
I grab my tea
Which is already cooling
At a rapid rate
I am tempted
To return
To my den of iniquity
My boudoir
To the snug comfort
Of my burrow bed
I envy
Those creatures
That hibernate
Lucky sods
Imagine
Being able to sleep
Through the cold dark months
Save a fortune on heating bills
And then spend that fortune
On enjoying the warm seasons
Goodnight October
Good morning April

by Jemia