Each Spangle From Your Tree Poem by Lycia Harding

When you have fallen fast asleep,
I'll crawl toward your hall and creep
out through your door...

Advancing quickly through the gloom,
I'll prance into your living room
and as you snore,

I'll pulverize your rug and purr,
while sizing up your Douglas Fir.
Then, I will leap!

And dangle ever frantically,
until each spangle from your tree
is in a heap.

I'll slash your floppy socks's toes
and gnash your boxes tops's bows
in savage bites!

Then lift, at last, my pretty tail
and spritz a blast of 'Kitty Male'
to wreck your lights!