No Longer a Home
by cereseithne
Had I have been eagerly desirous to decorate
the warmth that teemed my plain household,
to see if the frosty musings softly deep-freeze
the fleecy feathers I painstakingly cozied up.
To watch the verglas shatter into bits as the
moon sinks beneath the grassy green hedge.
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