One day a little poem wandered into my head. So I wrote it down. A few days later a picture to accompany it wandered into my head. And... here it is. ...My writing's kinda small, so here's the poem again. If I was cold Really really cold If freeze sank into my bones And wind bit my skin- Then I would knit myself a blanket Of golden fleece And lion roars- And maybe use gold and russet For the trim.