~ The Poet's Place Cafe~

Revision:

This week of no work was to be
A week of writing just for me
Yet frigid cold kept us under
Heavy blankets in deep slumber
A cozy cocoon, soft and warm
My dog content to lay unshorn
His coat trimmed too short, not for winter’s icy cold
This week of no work naps, his company cajoled.

Wrestling with warm heavy covers,
Rising, not awake, sleep hovers,
To find fresh warmth within the house
Instead, I spied a shivering mouse,
Who scurried back into his hole
With my dog chasing swift - poor soul!
A mouse is in my house, whatever shall I do?
Dive under heavy covers, the dog can come too!

(I was missing a line from the first stanza; somehow I lost it and that threw everything off.)