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Click hereFor my cat it is always and never Christmas.
I'm greeted each waking like
Santa Claus bearing
sackloads of presents;
each pouch of food is turkey
with all the trimmings;
each bowl of water the
best champagne;
each post-prandial nap
exquisite sated bliss.
But I sleep too sometimes and
my attention wanes and each
Christmas comes to a sudden, horrible,
unwelcome stop—until
Christmas morning dawns anew.
But otherwise this is an excellent poem that captures the nature of cat nicely. I have mice and I have trained them with a vocal prompt when to expect their dinner. They react the same way.
I think this is the reason why I like dogs LOL!!
What a clever poem :)
I understood, envisioned and chuckled all the way through.
Thanks for sharing.
Having been owned by a cat in the past I can understand this although your cat can't be as fussy as some of mine where if everything is acceptable to eat! I'd lose the 'horrible' though it speaks of things far worse than you intended
I can relate. But it's not only Christmas, my cat expects and demands it. Her majesty is not amused when the grub is a minute late. ;)
do you have a reason for "morning", stikes me as reduntant; alright now I have to say something nice. This may look like, well overblown
exquisite sated bliss.
but really nice contrast with
Christmas comes to a sudden, horrible,
unwelcome stop
as usual nice work
easy 100