400 Poem Challenge (completed December 26, 10:15am)

beached whale

Storm just loves this time of year

when the weather gets so cold

the fireplace is always on

its flames of crimson gold

she stretches out, in all her glory

from head to tip of tail

laying on her back, belly exposed

she looks like a beached whale

she cackles and growls, twitches and snaps

in dreamland she gets lost

until she wakes suddenly, crawls away

when the fireplace gets to hot

she lays on the end of the big black mat

until she cools a little, feels less singed

so she can crawl back, stretch out

and start the whole experience, over again