This roaring little demon
That I ignite and prokove
Suffocate and choke
I show it open palmed surrender
Wet boots above me gently sway
Time for another log
The Squirrel roars its approval
As it bites into the blackthorn
The brightest of burners
I shut off the flow
Smother all but that
Most gentle flame
Now a warm happy glow
In the heart of my home