A Pur-R-R-Rfect Time Of The Year - Poem by David Harris
It is that time of year again
of seasons greeting and good cheer.
We, four legged furry pets know it.
We think it is a time of games
especially when the tree
is planted in the front room.
Our human keepers plant a tree especially for us,
then put toys on it for us to play with.
We get so excited and so do they
waiting for the big day to come.
It’s a time for treats
when the good food
comes out from hiding every day.
Food, treats and a tree
what more could we want.
We get extra cuddles from visitors
when they come with
coloured packages to put under our tree.
Every day more and more
coloured packets go under the tree.
When they get opened
the paper becomes another toy
to play with and shred.
We even get our own things to open
and more goodies and treats.
It is always the same
when they plant the tree
in our front room.
We know then toys come
and good food every day.
Sadly it only happens once a year
and our human carers call it Christmas.
4-5 December 2015
Have a Merry Christmas everyone, David and his tribe of cats.
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