Two Cocoas

Two cocoas sat by the fireplace steaming into chill dark air.
    Nearly empty now, the kettle skitters and sings “hip! pip!pop!” on the stove top.

Two cocoas in their mugs amidst hearth heat and smoky fire smells.
    The air is warming.

Two cocoas, their whipped cream melting and bitter chocolate silt sifting to their mug bottoms.

Two cocoas huddle on the floor near the large wooden, woolen-draped rocker
    while the cat looks up intently.
Two cocoas have cooled just enough to be sipped slowly and warm the body
    from the tummy on out, and of course, from palms and fingers on up the arms.

Two cocoas.