Such an eerie silence here at night
The drops of water falling from
The trees
Hit the leafy ground with
A thunderously loud sound
Throughout the forest-covered
Acreage of our front yard.

The chill of the freezing
Wet air
Creeps into my fingertips
Within mere moments
As I inhale more smoke.

Before I finish,
I feel this damp and
Icy chill
Shoot through my bones
And I hurriedly
Rush back into
The warm and cozy
Candle-lit sanctuary
That is my room,
Where my
Mink blanket
Awaits to touch me
With its warm
Fuzziness and comfort.

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