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.
Hall of mirrors
Things used to matter, before all the noise. And at that time when things still had meaning, there had been dreaming too, when dreams still mattered. And the brightest dream from those times was full of mountains and seas and smiles and the types of passion that absorbs you the way a dog is absorbed by witnessing something for the first time: with absolute presence, and awe.
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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.