A Touch Of Cold

Touch of cold
Lessening the blood flow
Brain thought warmth
Chilling a smile,
With goosebumps plague
Icicle eyes fully awake
Snow globed insides
Now that I shake;
Chattering chatter
Billowing hot breath plumes
From the chimney mouth,
Internal fire dwindling on fumes
No need of animal comfort
Just the toasty resting place
Of my vibrantly spirited house.