Resort To Quilt
The dark cold winter night,
Bring a shudder and a chill to the might
The star at a distance so high.
Part oblivious, because of the cloud in the sky,
The severe, pouring December rain,
From which even the umbrella covered, refrain.
I love to stay indoors,
And protect myself from the downpour.
I snuggle up warm and cozy in my eider-down quilt,
Watching television, sipping coffee,
Plunged on my bed, with my pillow at a slight tilt