The coal's flame dwindled in the fire pit
Fair and cold lay the red headed maiden
Alone in the winter wood
Chill wind whispered through her frizzy braids
Carrying the sent of mortal through the trees
Roused was a fuzzy snout by the scented breeze
Thankfully one of playful curiousity
Carelessly the whisper wandered through the trees
Teasing the last of the blazing leaves
Just as it had chased away the last of the coal's flame
No longer warm
Of this the fuzzy gray was aware and alarmed
When he found the teary eyed maiden shivering and pale skin bare
Fortunately this forest takes care of the weary
Therefore lay duteously the chivalrous fur
Comforting the maiden who shivered no more
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Lovely!