Because you guys seem to like the random scrawls I come up with, here’s another one. A bit too melancholy though. But at least it has a title.
Red-nosed and seated on the grass,
Broken by the echoes of ages past,
Winter’s expanse has brought the gray,
Somehow, I’m glad that you got away,
Because your stone replacement can’t suffer the cold,
But now I must shiver here, on my own.