I arrived all puffed and worn,
A bit folorn
The world had torn its teeth into the fabric of my coat
You made me a cup of tea and said
Nevermind love! -
What better way to warm a wounded heart
Kettle whistling
The birds flitting in the garden, in their song.
TV babble, fire crackle, laughter from the living room
The winds outside forgotten for a day or two
We were immune to it all and the cold rain -
While the cat napped cozy on your lap.
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