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Debra Dear

Fractal hoar frost crawling up the window
Tiny probing finger nails of anguish
Scratching way natures perfect design
To see snow’s crunching fast feet approaching

Rattling keys, door squeak, stomping feet, and slam
Silence embraces the rush of cold air
A long sigh and cursing for his bottle
Debra dear, daddy wants his nightly coddle

© 2011 Michael Yost