There’s a chill in the air as it turns to fall;

A dog’s mission: cuddle and stay warm.

In your lap curled into a ball,

There’s a chill in the air as it turns to fall.

If forced away from their spot, they’ll try and stall,

Escaping the bite of an oncoming storm.

There’s a chill in the air as it turns to fall;

A dog’s mission: cuddle and stay warm.

Prompted from Francis the Frenchie’s Daily Triolet Poetry Challenge at: https://francisthefrenchie.com/2021/11/28/francis-the-frenchies-daily-triolet-poetry-challenge-november-28-2021/.

Prompted from Fandango’s One Word Challenge at: https://fivedotoh.com/2021/11/28/fowc-with-fandango-spot/.