The heater in the house is turned up high;
The girls, gone out to pee, have faced that blast
And now are happily back and cold, but dry.
I think we’ll wait a good while till our walk
In hopes the sun will burn through the cloud cover,
Against which I can spy a sailing hawk
Who barely moves his wings and seems to hover.
This is a morning made for indoor sports,
Not braving this intemperate, rough weather
Or better, as our little one exhorts
Me, to cuddle in this easy chair together
And hence it is we snuggle side by side
Where, till the sun comes out, we will abide.