Looking from my window
Straining hard to see...

Thunder crackling from the skies
on a cantankerous wintry eve...

When you hear your name slip sweetly from her...
Dripping in beads of nectar, her azucar...

Ice crystals
fallen in the snow...

Pumpkin spice, chopped nuts, and fruity rum,
Mulled apple cider and an overripe plum...

By Theophile Marzials [rewritten by me]
He barges down in the river...

"Though he be but little, he is fierce.&quot...
He straggled up the wall that kept the enemy out...

Maybe it's for different minds
of different flocks of feathers, but...

Dawn streams onto my naked lap
sitting by a window...

Wet cement wreaks of
newspapers and cigarettes...

The beak of winter is
filled with snowy residue...

You could never know.
You want to know how I feel...