If you hear rumbling,
That’s not a bear.
It’s Sammy and Daddy,
Two lumps in a chair!
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.
Cold, dark and wet today,
I’m getting too old for this crap.
Thankfully rainy days and kittens
Will always make me nap!
Watching the sunrise from my balcony,
Six A.M. on a Saturday morning.
The world is fresh, alive and new,
While Sammy sleeps, still snoring.
A fuzzy little kitten,
Crawled into my bed.
I really wouldn’t notice,
But for her stepping on my head.