In the deepest dark
of night, who am I
to complain
if the only comfort
a blanket,
adjusted so,
to keep the shivering
at bay.
Little Things
Krater Café
Words and Images by Richard Reeve
In the deepest dark
of night, who am I
to complain
if the only comfort
a blanket,
adjusted so,
to keep the shivering
at bay.
❤️
🙏
Debajo de una manta salvo mi territorio. Allí soy la reina.
I loved your words here; the image is perfect for this piece. I like being cosy. I love that feeling at night of being under the blankets or duvet and being toasty warm, even on a freezing night. Sometimes you can’t even see my head poking out of the top.
Even under a warming blanket you can freeze. Then only warm thoughts and two ‘hot water bottles’ with ears help. 😸😺
Yes, a warm blanket, duvet or eiderdown…….yes…. the eiderdown feels good… yes…. from now on it will be my eiderup!!!!
Alone but warm on cold night. Nice verbal painting.