So once there was a little kit,
that liked to moan and throw a fit...

No leaves on the trees.
Nothing growing, all is dead...

Each night a changed moon,
a different face to view earth...

Two cats together,
becoming one fuzzy ball...

Drifting off to sleep,
snug under my warm covers...

Watching my shadow,
as it follows behind me...

Afternoon sun,
rays of light, through the blinds...

Dancing fireflies.
My memories of childhood...

Finally a rain storm,
turns the dry cracked ground to mud...

The thunder rolls in.
Conversation slows - then stops...

The clock won't change,
this night lasting forever...

Our little pool,
ever still, this long winter...