Little whiskers, little paws. Running
around in the snow, out in the yard.
Searching for santa claus. Round and
round she goes, coming in with a frosted
nose. Snuggling into bed, with a sigh.
One last glance about her, before she
closes her eyes. With dreams, of Christmas
mornings surprise.
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Round and round she goes, coming in with a frosted nose. Snuggling into bed, with a sigh. One last glance about her, before she closes her eyes. With dreams, of Christmas mornings surprise.......nice poetic expression. Beautiful poem. Thanks for sharing.10
Thank you! .. Kumarmani, For such a thoughtful and heartwarming reply! .. Your poetry holds this amazing beauty, and awe inside, filled with such moving spirit, heart and life! .. Thank you ever so much! .. Ever so many blessings! ..