Painted LandscapeA Poem by Black Cat FeverThe sun sets
across the snow painting it with fire flames that swirl across the white changing its color but no melting I stand in the window of my house watching these embers dance and skip across the white forested landscape drinking a cup of coffee thinking.... I want to go take a walk in my forest I hear an owl calling out nearby © 2014 Black Cat FeverReviews
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Added on September 12, 2014Last Updated on September 12, 2014 AuthorBlack Cat FeverSumptner, ORAboutI live in a world of snow. It never ends until I visit the city, hundreds of miles away. I try to be creative in my writings and appreciate the creative ability in others. I'm not a critic. If I l.. more..Writing
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