Living
Riddle 42
From At the Sign of the Sphinx (Second Series)
Living
Safe from the cold December storm,
I sat by my whole so bright and warm,
When the cry of my first I plainly heard.
My last sprang up without a word;
And panic-stricken, in sudden fright,
We rushed out into the winter night.
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Codex Note
Answer: FIREDOG
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MLA
Wells, Carolyn. “Riddle 42.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/wells_c/159/.
Chicago
Wells, Carolyn. “Riddle 42.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/wells_c/159/.
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