So you toss and you turn
in the deep of the night?
Is it too dark,
or perhaps it’s too light?
Not cold but thinking
a blanket held tight,
might just help get
to the end of the night.
Its soft and warm,
you pull it up tight.
But wake up with a start
when you find with a fright
what you thought was a blanket
has a tail and can bite!
Are we talking cats here....? teh heh. Cute David. t x
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Purrfect poem! . I hope the fleas didn't bite as well. I have always prefurred fur. F(el) ine write. Categorical piece. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX