I sometimes wonder if the fire is kin to what I am within
Is skin to what I am within – when darkness lures
A hiss of icy night and eyes too tired to find delight
The swishing of the white tail, paws on icy grass
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The tiny crunch – dark whisper, pulls me there
The velvet black surrounds – foolish!
My skin protests the frozen kiss
With breathing centred in the crackling heartfire’s hiss
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Sue Vincent's Daily Echo 