she's amorous when it snows.
the second a flake
falls from the clouds,
she rises like a cat
from whatever she's doing
and moves towards you, her
back arched, her lips
in a pout, her meow
and purr as loud
as it ever gets. there
is no digging out.
you're in for the night.
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