Used to living in the cold

this is the kind of poem warm hearts absorb. they do daily if they can find many offerings. if they can't then i'd say life is about normal. isn't that how lives move on. no question. living with normal everyday, anyhow. that and a bus pass is all i need, well, lunch money. i can't imagine how much i save not buying tobacco. hey, ice cream keeps me going. i hope the bunny shows up so we can know he has a spot out of the below freezing temperatures. i meant she, we think she's a she.

Filling in the gaps

worker-man comes to measure. sounds like he checked the angles. i waited making my own notes. His name is joe. He left his truck running, lights on - it is three in the afternoon. Time moved easily, all went well. she will get a new oven someday. The afternoon is calm and cold. friday eve and we'll be quiet at home. no idea if the rabbit is around. it should have a hole, the temperature is 21 degees, that's below rabbit comfort of 32.

Snow on The ground

all the color, falling leaves, chilly days, then to wake this morming withe a mantle of white, winter snow covers the field's floor completly. thin as a coat of primer paint but accross as far as you can see. frosty snow covered all this morning. hello November white day. we've been waiting for you. you are a thrill.

Word game aboard

 Instead of waking to think a poem

I now follow the game route most popular

Then quickly walk into  a wall.

Could I clarify this? Steady now.

I have no desire to battle, not when I can prattle,

After all, i learned to fence in college.

Fighting with a foil seemed pirate ship practical.

It’s what you need on the high sea, or in the bay,

What do you say, Bobbins?

Keep your foil and long boots handy.

I have no idea why long boots were pirate practical.

Canons mounted in the deck are understandably steady.I

A good roll near the bay

when sunny and warm seems fine.

What do you say?

What do we say?