Cover

A fuzzy blanket,

Supple and soft,

Covers me like a furred hide,

Patterns of the forest,

Patterns of wolves in the snow,

Among the thick of the trees.

Packed together between the trees and brush,

Standing beneath the pines, lively and alert,

The left stalwart, the right wolf wary,

While the center wolf gazes outward at you

with interest.

Knitted mixes

earthy browns, blue-greys,

Dancing

with creamy, blueish whites of sunrise.

Gifted with love

for dreary nights of comfort,

Despite dark sky nights of rain,

Refrain again as cover from the chill you depict,

Refrain again as a shield from frosty morn.

A flying carpet for sleep,

Velvety to the touch,

Soft, soft, warm,

Tempured to be gentle.

Let the pitter-pattern of the padded feet

scritsh-scrunching over the powdery plains,

Or the plinking of the rain

Smoothly soothe you to sleep.