Frostbite is a feline mouth,
Pricks with delicate daggers.
Crawls on padded paws
Across muffled, yielding powder.
She claws at my door,
Scritch scratches and mews.
I stiffen, eyes wide, and wait
For her shadow to slither beneath the door.
But the bolt's in the wall,
I don't answer her call.
Instead, slip into silence,
Sink slowly into simple softness.
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