Shall we chase some birds today?
Or maybe try to catch a squirrel?
We never know exactly which events,
Each new day may unfurl.
Days grow shorter, the nights grow long,
Howling winds are cold and bitter.
Grab a blanket, stoke the fire!
And curl up with a fuzzy critter.
Sammy thinks we do not play enough,
Logic makes it hard to refute her.
But this is the first time in ten years,
That I have bought a new computer!
Cold, dark and wet today,
I’m getting too old for this crap.
Thankfully rainy days and kittens
Will always make me nap!
I wish I were a bumble bee,
Flitting amongst the flowers.
But Sammy is sleeping on my lap,
And I’ve been stuck here for hours.