Cold But Warm.

A cold winters night.
The north wind does bite.
It brings tears to one’s eyes.
Even the hardened outdoor wild animal cries.
Tis no place for the weak.
Warm shelter quickly they seek.
Mother nature at her worst.
Up here the winter weather is always cursed.
Tis a place for the evil.
Wild and uncivil.
Hard to believe this is earth.
Hard to believe to such weather it does birth.
But i am ok Jack.
I am lying warm and comfortable in bed on my comfortably positioned back.
Good night.
Don’t let that north wind bite.