Why not head to the Tundra

Too damned cold
the dawn brings no relief
as the wind rises up to chill
down to the very core
our very marrow.

We stomp around
swinging arms back and forth
shooting the breeze to keep wide awake
not letting the cold consume
our last energy.

"Might as well"
Stranger says in loud voice
Leaving me to scratch my head slowly
then stare back at him
and request clarification,

"Might well what"
to which he grins big
"Head to the Tundra way up North
Its got to be warmer."
then laughs loudly.

Which sparks discussion
of how to stay warm
by the Tundra's harsh and deadly rules
debating the virtues of igloos
and walrus robes.

Its all bluff
we won't head that way
we know better than to tempt Fate
as that cruel, cold witch
hates us already.

Its just jawing
even as the door opens
and warmth and lunch exit so briefly
as we thaw fingers out
sipping hot chocolate.

(12/4/2011 - Dyfedd Rex)