WINTER IS COMING


WINTER IS COMING

Sky is clear and black
yet the crescent moon blur,
I'm walking on grass
with raised fur.

Street light is easily traced
as it fall down,
All appears to be covered in
faded white sheet.

Breeze is light and fairly cool,
And soon they'll start selling winter wool.

Water in tub has started to freeze a bit,
And that's how I know
Winter is coming
-to hit!.

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