Noticing the cold. |
I went to see my good friend Fahrenheit, (the February sun had said good-night), the evening rush had settled down for supper. When I walked in I asked him, “What is new?” (I noticed in his face a hint of blue), and to my shock he wore a heavy cotton sweater! And so I blamed it on the thermostat, (I noticed a chill--I maintained my hat.) A single degree diminished by this guy; yet at the time I really knew not why. Yes sir, I blamed it on the thermostat, (the changes get old, wherever you’re at.) “The same old,” he said, as I brushed off the snow; (his red sweater did not seem apropos.) Yet we’re safe and sound, though the temperature is down. We talked a bit despite the hiding heat, (his cat came out to get a bite to eat.) I heard a purr and noticed a cat shiver. I petted Darryl as he munched his food, (this loss of heat to me seemed pretty rude), and when he left, I swear I noticed Darryl shudder! And so I blamed it on the thermostat, (a change for the worse, too much for a cat.) The lowering of the warmth I’ve come to love; (and so I beseeched help from high above.) Oh, yes I blamed it on the thermostat, a shivery realm, like the Laundromat. He offered me iced-tea with a subtle wink; but I said, “I’d rather have a good, hot drink!” And we feel the stress, when the temperature is less. 32 Lines Writer’s Cramp 2-5-16 |