Sammy wanted her kitty breakfast,
But sadly, she had to wait.
What with turning the clocks back one hour,
I still managed to sleep too late.
My bones are weary,
My bones are old.
Yet they hold the story,
Of the one foretold.
Frigid rain comes pounding down,
You can barely see the river.
Luckily I have a cat and blanket,
Or all we could do is shiver.
Sammy is making biscuits,
On my fuzzy sweater.
On a chilly autumn weekend,
Things couldn’t get much better.
I wish I was a kitten,
Sitting on window sills.
Instead I’m a big, old Daddy,
Paying all the bills.
Stood next to my parents’ grave this week,
They didn’t have much to say.
Yet all was peaceful in that moment,
I felt the warmth of their love that day.
Sammy didn’t care for lunch today,
Thought something should be left out.
Corned beef, rye and dressing were ok,
But please forget the sauerkraut!
I have a little kitten,
Who sleeps with me at night.
But if I boop her with my toe,
She thinks it’s time to fight!