A cloud blocked the sun just for a bit Darkening the spot where I sit The warmth of the air cooled quite a lot When the cloud passed over that spot I shivered as the chill reached my bone That's when I heard my telephone A premonition of something bad Knowing the news would not be glad The voice on the other end was cruel Right over my mouth my hand flew "This is just to let you know from me You didn't win the lottery" By Sharon (Sunyskys1943@aol.com)