I have other ways to find delight.
For a little while
I am entertained.
Maybe just a few flurries.
Maybe just a bit of spitting snow.
I finished all my books.
I finished my tea
and my games.
Maybe I could try to bundle up.
Maybe I could try and go outside
at least for a few minutes.
Mockingbird wants raisins and I see the squirrels have knocked down a suet cake.
Maybe if I made the effort I could be with the birds.
just maybe, I too can puff and stay warm.