I saw the birth of the Swedish Savannah today.
I kid not.
My body in tune with the frolicking of the pasture,
Though frost bites its teeth lack strength.
Though only for an hour, a part of the day.
I know the morrow brings its bitter wintry surprise.
Inasmuch as the cloud that crosses the Astro Rey
to remind me:
Bitterly where I am-