The real scary part. I'll be found.

I’m snowed in. Such a nice feeling. Oh, I could trudge and plod through the snow. But I’d rather think of myself as trapped. For a whole day. With no escape. No choice.  But solitary confinement. Means I’ll have to turn inward. And entertain myself. Can’t even go to town. For provisions. And company. But alas. I’m really not alone. My cats, Loverboy and Chenuska, are in their room. I can let them out. I also have the Internet and TV and radio and telephone. Heck, I’m not isolated. Far too easy. To reach civilization. That’s the real scary part. No escape. I’ll be found. –Jim Broede