Living

Riddle 42

by Carolyn Wells 1862–1942

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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Answer: FIREDOG

MLA

Wells, Carolyn. “Riddle 42.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/wells_c/159/.

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Wells, Carolyn. “Riddle 42.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/wells_c/159/.

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