Pen It Down

Frostbite

Walking alone in a frosty night,

Nothing but fog in sight.

The leaves have curled in fright;

Careful or you'll get a frostbite.

All I can see is a flickering light,

Struggling to stand uptight.

Now that I'm close,

I see a window;

An old man by the fireplace.

There's smoke coming out the chimney,

Piercing the fog in a hundred thousand ways.

Now that I'm in;

The man didn't flinch.

It's as cold inside as outside.