The grey, the white the freezing day,|
Under the covers warm I must stay.
Hot tea I crave but it's too cold,
I'm not feeling very bold.
I hear the stairs creak and slide under the covers,
I wait for the door to open perhaps it's one of the other's.
Then I realise there are no other's,
I'm hear alone hanging on for dear life,
The smell in the bed is quite rife.
All of a sudden hot breath fills my ear,
My legs turn to lead I'm so full of fear.
My skins full of goose bumps,
My head starts to thump,
It's Byron my dog the great hairy soft lump.
Byron is my 10 month old golden retriever puppy LOL
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