It Was Nice While It Lasted

My cold feet yapping at me. Written for Cramp.

I sit alone in my thoughts
my cold feet wrapped in a throw
About this and that I think
Then look at the books around me'
Think of King, John and sometimes ghost stories.
and the scary movie this morning,

I sit alone with my books
my thoughts of all I have read
Spooky,tearful and funny,
Then smile at my collection.
and the favorites I have.

I sit alone with my thoughts and my books
Thinking I might have too many,
Smiling as I sort and remember.
My cold feet yapping.
I think of flannel socks

It was nice while it lasted