Winter Resistance

The days grow short and darker,

Rain puddles turn to icy frost…

I hate descending into winter…

So, I hide, pretending to be lost.

The warm electric mattress pad,

Is my anti-chill padlock.

I remain a warm happy lizard,

Basking on my very own hot rock.

While I hide under the covers,

That serve as anti-winter guards,

My master searches the kitchen…

He is freezing and craving carbs.