Winter

In the dark of night
With the wind a-blowing
In front of the heater
They lay

The kid on a pillow,
The dog at her feet
With kitty all tucket
Under her hand


With a curly wisp
Did the curl their lie
Accros the plump
white sleeping cheeck

A hand all curled
In the wonder of trust
A book open
On a love forelost.

So at peace
Inside the house
The throws of winter
Blowing outside.

A-howling the wind
Blew through the trees
Swaying
This way and that

Inside all snug
Lay the kid on her rug
Companions all
Tucked around