Just me and the dog <br />On the rug in front of the fire <br />And the wind that blows <br />In gusts against the window pane <br />Outside in the winter dark. <br />The dog is busy gnawing her bone <br />And I am writing a poem.<br /><br />Pete Crowther<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/contentment-14/
