Today I just wanted to share a poem that Angus the Warrior wrote for me.
Little Bit likes not the dreadful weather of fright;
She longs for the first rays of joyous spring light.
Commiserate, I, in foolish winter boots.
My feet are still cold, my fur aches to the roots.
Winter of our discontent, hasten away.
Bring us the sun, we want to go play.
Until then we will dream by a crackling fire,
Of sunshine like gold and skies of sapphire.
Thank you so much Angus!