The downstairs closet is our haven,
When storms blow fiercely through the town.
When the sirens sound so loudly,
It’s time to hunker down.
Thankfully my fur babies,
Like to follow me all the time.
We wait it out together, until things are clear and fine.
I like this. Fur babies are indeed a comfort in so many ways. You evoke in my memory the ones who comforted me. Thanks for this. Don’t hide your poems in a closet. Keep them coming.
Thank you!