things I have been thinking about

Hibernate

This is the last time for a while,
that I share my loves with you,
there's just a small crack opening of the door to the backyard of my soul,
and it's too cold now outside in the big old world,
If I don't close all of the windows in a hurry-
won't be able to conserve all my energy for the onslought of winter-
and winters are like hell around here.
I've spoken too often to myself,
but not clear enoough, I guess-
only the little bluebirds keep singing to me.
got to get going-
Black bears are dancing their death.




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