So many wild animals do hibernate throughout winter months

But only one I know hides for a week at a time whilst my pump

Continues to surge with the hot-running blood of passion spent

Writing words of love from a place where time has no bent ...



And small animals do scurry about beyond the glass in snow

Which has flurried on and off all day long as my words flowed

And now I'm reminded of words which stood out like sore thumbs

But in a very nice way which did not at all make me feel numb



And as I sip on my tea - which now is Bigelow Constant Comment

I become richly aware there are ways to pinpoint things without dent

Which sometimes does unnerve me so - I want to just run and hide

But others have a way to do it which makes me skate and just glide



Christopher W. Thomas

3:45pm Tuesday 12/30/97