It is meeting time.
Distracted by passers by,
Listen and observe.
I observe this one
Coming and going again.
The meeting goes on;
This one goes again.
My body soon shivers hard;
No explanation:
I’m indoors, it’s warm;
Winter has yet to strike here.
But still I shiver.
She returns once more,
A sweater now adorns her.
Shivering explained?
Musings of a Kunderian Monster 