Years too end as you arrive
Every soul on the earth
For survival, they strive.
All they need is a little warmth,
All you give is cold dry air,
Taking away a whole sunray's share.
All they own is a holed one
Peeping through it, yet they smile
like a battle they have just won
Too cosy, cuddly and furry a quilt
Beating on you, it gives warmth enough to rest a while
still they remain drowned in an unknown guilt
Wrapped in you as a painted image
To see and feel you bring a change
To save a memory is all we manage