Cold, dark night surrounding me.
Candle twinkles a special glow.
My thoughts scatter to a wish I made long ago.
Alone now, but not forgotten. I sit quietly with a mouse.
Sharing the only piece of cheese in the house.
Warm and tender we sit together. Candle aglow upon the window.
The mantle clock ticks away the time.
Tea is steeped, served hot and steamy.
Puffs of snow adrift outside.
Scarf pulled tightly around my neck, mouse in his fine fur coat.
Book spread open on the table before us, quietly reading passages.
Pen and paper placed, eager to accept.
Night falling around us like a warm blanket, swept.
Candle burns down, casting light flickers around, it is time for rest.
Mouse climbs into his tiny hole, I into my warm bed.