A cold December frost

Nipping at my heels.

Without a warm lap, I’d be lost;

A cold December frost.

Walk? The door’s threshold won’t be crossed;

We’re dogs, not seals.

A cold December frost

Nipping at my heels.

Prompted from Francis the Frenchie’s Daily Triolet Poetry Challenge at: https://francisthefrenchie.com/2021/12/01/francis-the-frenchies-daily-triolet-poetry-challenge-december-1-2021/.

Prompted from Your Daily Word Prompt at: https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2021/12/01/your-daily-word-prompt-frost-ydwordprompt-december-1-2021/.