My friend in the wall.

My friend in the wall.

You can see the fields are a waste, and the very cold winter blast is coming fast and cozy here beneath the blast. Where will you dwell until the cruel past you once had? That heap of leaves and stubble. It has made you weary to nibble. But I know you will come out of your hole and look at me. I see a friend, so here's a piece of cheese. To get you through the winters,sleety dribble. but your foresight is not in vain. I do see your grief and pain. Still, I'm blessed that you are here. You keep me company in my time of despair.