Frikkkkkkkin' Freeeeeeezn'

Redbush has decided that going out in the cold these days is becoming less and less inviting.  So, she has decided to stoke up the fire and enjoy it's warmth.  Today was still a freezing day in Redbush's world, so cold, that Bonzi wanted to head into the house before he did his business.  Bonzerelli, no doubt, wasn't long in deciding what he was out there for, and in the house he came, shivering and shaking.  Bonzi headed for the house, then back out in the yard, then back to the house, then  like a streak he galloped out to do his business, and came right back on the deck to do his usual scrape on the door.  This time, though, it was a desperate two loud scrapes.  Redbush has had the discussion before about who taught him to do that.  It took only once for her hubby to teach him to push the garage door open with his paw.  Now, he knows that this is something that he can use to his advantage.  When he came in, he had frost on his eyebrows and muzzle.  But, they say the warmer temperatures will be here tomorrow.   Redbush will share a movie of a fire that they made out on the lease last week.  Oh, drat!  Sorry it's another bungle on her part. Here's you having to crook your neck again!    She promises to figure her camera out for next time!  She will also share another part of a classic poem.  Hopefully it's the last time that she shares anything much to do with snow,although she doubts it.  Bring on the heat wave!  Guess the title and give the poet if you know it!  Ha!

The frost moved up the window-pane

Against the sun's advance,

In line and pattern weaving there

Rich scenes of old romance-

Armies on the Russian snows, 

Cockade, sword, and lance.

It spun a web more magical,

Each moment creeping higher,

For marble cities crowned the hills

With turret, fane and spire,

Till when it struck the flaming sash,

The Kremlin was on fire.