Slippered steps on wooden planks
Muffled by the rain
Streaming softly from sky
To wet my window pane
The fire's lit, the cabin's dry
The kettle's at a boil
The wind outside may bark and bray
Its impotent turmoil
The woolen blanket's on the bed,
The cat's curled at my feet
I deftly drain my mug of tea
And hum myself to sleep