Monday, January 16, 2012

The Wise Old Cat

The wise old cat says "It's cold outside,
And the rain begins to fall,
I think I'll sleep upon the bed
And I won't go out at all."

"In my youth," he says, "I'd roam all day
Ignoring rain and wind,
But now I'm over 10 years old,
It's best that I stay in."

"Ah but I ran and leaped and nearly flew
for in those days I was thin,
I terrorized the mice and birds,
But now I will stay in."

Says the wise old cat, "those were the days
In memory, now just a gleam
I'll rest these old bones upon the bed
And sleep and purr and dream."






Poem by IT and Bubba

2 comments:

JCF said...

Lovely IT! (and you too, Bubba. I'm sure you provide lap-warming inspiration ;-/)

Grandmère Mimi said...

Like!!!

WV: fooging. If it's not a word, it should be.