My Gray Shone

I lay in a pair of gray track pants on the weathered floorboards of the attic.
The walls are white.
Two windows.
One from the north.
One from the south.
A white sheep keeps me covered.
But not warm.
I am comfortable.
All those dancers with no heart.
I gave them mine to share.
They need it more than I do.
A flock of dead sparrows stream through migrating south.
The serpent huddles closer to me.
Keeping us both warm.

My Gray Shone

MrBridgewater

Joined February 2008

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