A Black Kitty's Christmas Eve

Apologies to Clement Clarke Moore and poetry lovers everywhere...

Twas the night before Christmas and all through the city
Not a creature was stirring not even my kitty.
He was curled in a ball in his own favorite chair;
But like magical lanterns hung up in mid air,
His eyes scanned the room for anything strange
Like a bug on the rug or a mouse on the range,
While his body including his ears and his tail
Was unseen in the dark like a drop in a gale.

His eyelids drooped downward, as bored eyelids do,
For the kitty saw nothing at all strange or new.( Read more... )