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Details | Quatern | |

Each Spangle From Your Tree


This evening, while you're still asleep,
I'll leave your window sill and creep
out through your door...

Advancing quickly through the gloom,
I'll prance into your living room
and as you snore...

I'll pulverize your rug and purr,
while sizing up your Douglas Fir,
then, when I leap,

will dangle ever frantically,
until each spangle from your tree
is in a heap!

I'll maim your floppy socks's toes
and claim your boxes tops's bows
in savage bites!

Then lift, at last, my pretty tail
and spritz a blast of 'Kitty Male"
to snuff your lights!


Copyright © Lycia Harding

Details | Dramatic Verse | |

Family Grief Family Happiness

   Have you ever written anything without sub combing to tears ?
    My Family portrait in my mind , 2 older sisters , 2 brothers
        My Mother caring about all five in different ways
      Just with Mom & Dad there having the best of Holidays 
     My sisters laying out on the deck of river bank for 4th of July ~
      Listening to " Honkey Chateau " and all by Elton John. 
       music  a great memory ~Disco , Donna summer , Grease ~ Jaws !

     Dad's records to Tony Bennett , Hank W Sr. , Count Basie & Louis Armstrong.
          The music  takes me home in a wagon filled with children and a dog "Lucky "    
      My Older brother , athletic , always fishing & hunting.
                 My younger , my Rock , Swimming and netting for fish,
        feeding our Fat cat Perch off the rocks patiently awaits her food               
       the yelling , slamming of doors ,  tempers Flare , passion 
         Our Parents , passionate love yet passionate Hate .
        After being a Family of Seven , Divorcing their fate ..
         Why did that show " Dallas " bring out the Divorce in all ?

       Scottish ~ Irish ~ French Iroquois ~ Cherokee  
                 No matter what the mix ..Our curse Alcohol ~
          the  Screaming , Drinking , this memory I wish to shut the door on .  
        Going to A & W or making Cheerleading ,The Bears of course~
             Excited in Chicago !  seeing Elton John in the Summer of 1976 ~
        Cubs ,  museum of Wax , Museum of science & History , Pizza !
       Expeditions of discovery ,little brother & I finding arrowheads on the Shore.
             Our Grandparents Faithful Celebrations ! Chiffon cake , Apple strudel `  
        Our Cousins on Holidays , going for ice cream cones , 
          scent of wet rain on oak leaves ~Before Halloween was bought in stores.
           ~ That is the Family I Love ,
                     that is the Family I choose to miss ~    

Copyright © Shanity Rain

Details | Free verse | |


Mythical animal
A single horn
From the center of its forehead
Beauty in its essence

Copyright © Smail Poems

Details | Couplet | |


Who am I?
Am I defined by what is near in sight?
Am I defined by what I have done,
Or am I defined by what I could become?

Perhaps I'm of no use.
To him, or her, or I, nor you.
Or perhaps I'm too misunderstood to be defined,
And it is something like understanding that comes in time.

And if to the world I'm never shown,
Yet in my own light I've grown and grown,
And so I can know no happiness but my own--
The reason for my smile, to you, will forever be unknown.

I do not pray for the world to know my name.
For it and verse; the letters are the same.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads,
I pray his pain my words to keep. 

Should his eyes rain on my page,
Better tears than storms of rage.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads.
I pray his pain my words to keep.

And if to the world you're never shown,
Yet in your own light you've grown and grown,
And so you know no happiness but your own.
Let the reason for your smile, to you, only be known.

Copyright © Kristopher Higgs

Details | Senryu | |

Cats and Christmas

Christmas paper shreds; Cats chasing curly ribbons; Oh no, call the vet!

Copyright © M. L. Kiser

Details | Light Poetry | |

Kitty Claus

On a cold, cold night with a touch of snow, a cat wished quietly and sadly for a home.
For a year he’d found nowhere with love to call home. Yes, he’d been, so very, very alone.
He lived under a deserted car now, where his family had lived long ago, for a while.
They were now gone to a new home, and he feared, he couldn’t carry on without them, my dear.
So before going to bed he wished on a star, which appeared ever so brightly above, from far. 
All he wanted from anyone was some food, and to sleep next to a warm, warm fire, too.
As he fell asleep he also wished for a hand to touch his fur, gently and kindly, again.
Then he awoke to a sound he’d heard once before, as Christmas bells had tolled, long ago… He was sure.
That night an old man in red had come from out of nowhere, to take his family a new home, so fair.
Scared by the sleigh and the reindeer he drove, the cat had run away, that I know to be true. 
But not any more would he run away, his legs would no longer take him very far, any way.
He grabbed all his courage and around he snuck, until hiding under a bush nicely tucked.
There before him was a jolly old man with his reindeer and sleigh lined up, yes, again.
The man was dressed in warm, warm clothes, and stopped to lay down a beautiful bowl.
The man then turned away to do business forthright, inside the neighboring house that night.
I swear on my heart that this is ever so true, as the cat crept closer giving curiosity it’s due.
Coming closer he could sense the most wonderful smell, calling him forward, as if under a spell.
The bowl was filled with warm, warm cream, which he licked up fast as if caught in a dream.
Moments later the man came from that house, with a smile and a wink for that dear old cat.
The man in red picked up the bowl with a quiet demand, urging him gently to stroll to his hand.
Now was the dilemma to run, or to stay, but it was the large shining star that decided it all that day.
As he stood before that great big man in red, the star beckoned brightly from behind the man’s head.
The cats’ fears left as the man stayed with a smile and a grin, and a Ho Ho Ho that day, my friend.
He realized here was the home he’d wanted for so long, and had dreamt in his head, where he could belong.
Some how, he knew he’d be safe in that beautiful sled, and warm in that coat the color of red.
He came forward to lick and nuzzle the man, as yes; he was picked up gently, in his hand.
The jolly old man put him snug in his coat, as a red nosed reindeer winked from the front, I must note.
Then the man climbed in and sent forward the sleigh, as the cat curled up to sleep, the rest of the way.

Miracles can happen each day, at the hand of others who are wise and kind, I say.
This jolly old man was right in this deed, and ever so wise to stop and kind to care, you see…
So I’ll let you in on a little secret I know… 
They lived happily ever after, at the North Pole.

Copyright © Carol Eastman

Details | Light Poetry | |

The Night Before Christmas

Twas the night before Christmas, I say, in my gentle refrain.
Dear Santa had been busy, traveling the night, so very long.
He left us for last, as we were always gave him, a lot of pain.
No matter our good intentions, something always went wrong.

We surprised him with Carols, and he jumped back into the fire.
With so much magic, you’d think his clothes, wouldn’t singe so?
As our Great Dane jumped up, to kiss him, I thought he’d expire!
They fell into the tree, now entwined on the floor, so cute, all-aglow!

But the cat was a little pissed as he came out of the tree, you see…
And he attacked Santa for disturbing, his comfy good dreams.
I pulled the cat off, and falling on top, he accidentally got kneed.
Asking forgiveness, I offered a cookie, and he suddenly screamed.

The Great Dane had grabbed the cookie, while it was IN his hand!
Thank goodness, he’s a great, wonderful, and forgiving old man!
Last year, he’d ask the tree, be near his escape, a great game plan.
But he now got entangled in the big, hanging stockings, as out he ran.

He was choking, bright red, a good color on him, as we cut him free.
But he was dizzy and fell into the hot chocolate, and it’s warming pan.
So he jumped up and down, waving his arm, as he again, tried to flee.
Leaving, I heard him exclaim, ‘My day job is easier, I’m a stunt man!’ 

Still, next year he’ll be back, he says we’re nice, you see…
We just all understand, he’ll also be in a hurry to… leave.

Copyright © Carol Eastman

Details | Quatrain | |


It's the night before Christmas,
And I and the cat,
Patrol the house,
In search of that,

Which could cause harm,
To kith or kin,
Though the job is mine,
The cat is my friend,

So he comes along,
To help where he can,
And we have devised,
A workable plan.

He'll give the call,
If he sees something strange,
And I'll come a-runnin',
That's what we've arranged.

The war cry he gives,
Is a terrible screech,
And I have to admit,
It gives me the creeps.

One night 'bout this time,
A few years ago,
We thought we heard something,
Outside in the snow.

The cat crept up,
To the window sill,
And he gave a cry,
That was eerie and shrill.

The folks were all gone.
They were at church,
And up on the roof,
Came a clatter and lurch;

Then some strange old man,
In a funny red suit,
Came down the chimney,
With a sack filled with loot.

Without hesitation,
I was on the attack.
None of our stuff,
Would he put in that sack.

Back up the chimney,
He flew in disgrace,
And reindeer were running,
All over the place.

They took off like a rocket,
Swooped low and then high.
I swear that I never,
Knew reindeer could fly.

Some poor old lady,
Was out in the street,
Never knew what hit her,
It was reindeer feet.

Her husband stood staring,
In total dismay,
And they sing about her,
To this very day;

How on her way home,
From the church which was near,
Grandma got run over,
By eight reindeer.

It's the night before Christmas,
And I and the cat,
Are on the alert,
But he won't be back.

(Grandma got run over by a reindeer,
(walking home from church on Christmas Eve,
(Ohhhh you can say you don't believe in Santa,
(but as for me and Grandpa --- WE BELIEVE!)

(Now you know the whole story)

For Last Fifty Poems Contest by Brian Strand

For DejaVu Christmas  contest by Debbie Guzzi

Copyright © Judy Ball

Details | Quatrain | |

Christmas Joy

Early one Christmas morn
my eyes flew open wide,
found no gifts under the tree
so I ran to look outside.

Everywhere, on the ground
lay mounds of fluffy snow
and parked right in front,
topped with a big red bow,

was my trusty old wagon
full of presents galore.
Four eyes peeked out and
made my emotions soar.

Two furry little playmates
to fill the hours of my days
full of love and amusement
with their wild, playful ways.

Copyright © Cona Adams

Details | Free verse | |


Big blundering beast
Poor fish have no chance whatsoever
Neither does the slowest runner in your group

Copyright © Smail Poems

Details | Rhyme | |

Twas' the night before Christmas

Twas' the night before Christmas and all through my house,
a cat named "Shadow", played and ran around with the mouse!
Not a squeek, nor a sound, he gave a spirit of holiday cheers,
and saw a red suit santa, which scared away his fears!

If he could be with santa always for holidays to celebrate,
and have a happy Christmas, with a "purr-fect", playmate!
Wishing a season filled with love, joy and hope throughout the year,
of a cat like "Shadow", he is special and so very dear!

Copyright © Yolaine Armitage

Details | Rhyme | |


It was such a pity When our cute little kitty Climbed up the Christmas tree She struggles and fights With baubles and lights The destruction is clear to see Our poor Douglas pine No longer looks fine Its branches all battered and torn The tinsel and glitter On the floor they now litter The tree looks so sad and forlorn When no one can see Kitty heads down the tree Then she leaps onto the floor She has such a caper With the wrapping paper Wreaks havoc with presents galore I arrive home from work Oh I feel such a jerk That kitty was left alone in the house The one present untouched Was for a kitty we loved … A furry clockwork toy mouse Memories of so long ago To my pen they now flow For kitty is long since passed Christmas time for me Just a sweet memory And our tree is no longer trashed! Fictional write Contest: Cats and Christmas Sponsor: Mary Oliver Rotman 11~12~15

Copyright © JAN ALLISON

Details | Free verse | |

Conversations with the Cat

Two questions to start.

Why do you call yourself, enlightened? And who enlightened you?


What if the Bible were a bit misleading? I mean it is already pretty vague in many areas, notions etc.


This is somewhat related. Everything is somewhat related. We call this God.

Did you know that the lion and the snake both represent Satan, and Jesus?


I ask the opening questions again.



It matters, translation. It affords errors which beget more, errors.


Lion Snake

Lion Snake


Son of Man? Or Son of God?

It matters.

The bronze serpent on a pole.

One must be very careful who one has faith in.


I am not the Messiah.

I think the Bible has been misinterpreted.

Lion Snake matters.

I call God father.

Jesus was a lamb.


Between a Jew and a Christian I am.

One group won't let me in basically and the other I am not sure of this messiah.

I follow God. God is my rock. That is what most Jews do too.

I ain't a Jew though.

I don't really want to be a Jew. I thought I did once. I don't.

Christians, I get them sometimes.

Jesus, he really did die for our sins. I mean he really died.

People are still trying to kill him.

Cat, that is crazy.

Copyright © Gun Poet

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A Christmas Story

A grin, a smile, so happy to see.
To be with your loved ones, your family. 
All the things,
You think Christmas could be.

But not in this house,
For I am alone,
Just my cat and a mouse,
Make up my little home.

There are those more fortunate,
Than I,
But don't shed a tear,
Don't start to cry.

For this is the life,
I have made for myself.
I have some salt pork,
And some beans on the shelf.

On the really cold nights,
I must look a sight,
I have my space heater,
To make it feel right.

I'll grab my blanket,
And get cozy and warm,
Have to watch my budget,
Save for a storm.

My entertainment,
Is the cat and the mouse,
Scurrying here and there,
All over the house.

A knock at my door,
Is never heard,
Except for the banker,
He is such a nerd.

He wants his money,
I tell him next week,
But that's not good enough,
My land he does seek.

I'll be out by Christmas,
A miracle I need,
But I have a weakness,
To help less fortunate than me.

I have good neighbors,
In this little country town,
For me, help is not an option,
For they never come around.

But this is ok,
For a loner I am,
They don't know what they're missing,
When I get out the spam.

Such a meal it will make,
A special dinner for me,
Maybe for Christmas,
We'll just have to see.

There lives a widow woman,
Not far from my place,
But she wont accept help,
She thinks it's a disgrace.

So when she has,
A few cents to spare,
I'll go down and help her,
Without a care.

But this is not enough,
To save my little house,
I wonder what will happen,
To the cat and the mouse.

I can't take them with me,
I have no place to go,
It is so cold now,
It is starting to snow.

But fear not for me,
Or the cat and the mouse,
For they are best buddies,
And don't need a house.

I'll be alright,
I have it all figured out,
I'll go visit the banker,
And sleep in his HOUSE.

If you made it this far I wish to thank you for reading. This is not my life ..... well some of it 
is .... I do have a cat ..... he's such a mean putty cat I wrote this because I was 
reminded of the less fortunate. Don't just think of them at Christmas time, but always. Ken

Copyright © Kenneth Fordham

Details | Crystalline | |

On Christmas Morning

My gift meowed and made a leap; and stayed in the Christmas tree all day. November 10, 2015

Copyright © Broken Wings

Details | Villanelle | |

The Tree's Up-

The tree's up, though not looking very prim
its needles all shriveling and dying, 
so this Christmas is feeling kinda grim.

The cat destroyed the decorative trim,
she says she didn’t, but I know she’s lying,
the tree's up, though not looking very prim.

The kid’s socks make the house smell like a gym,
the cat fouled the gifts and my wife's crying,
so this Christmas is feeling kinda grim.

Cat got the turkey so pickings are slim 
she just lays around hacking and sighing, 
the tree's up, though not looking very prim.

Wild winter winds are only a prelim
to a blinding blizzard with snow flying,
so this Christmas is feeling kinda grim.

I got up to check the lights on a whim,
and found a cat chewed cord was near frying,
the tree's up, though not looking very prim,
so this Christmas is feeling kinda grim.

Written Nov.13th, 2015 For "Cats and Christmas Trees - Poetry Contest".

Copyright © Emile Pinet

Details | Elegy | |

A Christmas Memory

A truant blizzard's hurl allowed shadows hide
when the night was pale. And all the dark ravens yelled
as I buried my cat, last year, frozen and dead. That all
the lilies of in between, wailed of my Christmas eulogy.

For the contest, A Christmas Memory,
Sponsor, Broken Wings
Nov 21, 2015
From Franco Gonza

Copyright © Franco Gonza

Details | Quatrain | |

Mystery Under The Tree

Mystery Under The Tree

They went to the manger that night,
those wise men who came from afar,
to worship the child by the light 
of Bethlehem's bright glowing star.

The animals, drawn unto Him,
soon gathered 'round manger to see
the holy babe sleeping within,
and shared in the great mystery.

And so was our dear Lucy cat
at Christmas time lost in her dream;
each day by the Christmas tree sat
to guard the Nativity scene.

She'd stare at the babe in the hay
and looked at each figure beside.
It seemed something drew her to stay;
for hours she'd sit there wide-eyed.

Like animals drawn unto to Him
that met 'round the manger to see,
our Lucy seemed led from within
to guard the sweet babe neath the tree.

November 11, 2015

Contest: Cats and Christmas Trees
Sponsor: Mary Oliver Rotman

Copyright © Sandra Haight

Details | Free verse | |

The Christmas Cat From Hell

I walked into the animal shelter and asked to see the little felines 
off I went with a heart as big as a puffed air balloon ready to hold 
them and pat them and leave them all there. But nooooo, I had to fall 
infatuated with Ms. Pipi-Long stare, the one with the sleek shiny coat  
and eyes of gold that said, "Oh please I need you to love me, I'm cold"
So I snuck her in my jacket, paid the nominal fee, and brought her home.

She watched me as I strung the popcorn sang and old jolly song of gold  
and turned her witchy eyes my way. I didn't realize it was mere scrutiny.
Around me she scantered, giving little meows, but as I readied for the 
old down pillow and a fitfull sleep, she waltzed round my bedpost like a 
slim panther, purring very sweet. She didn't want to sleep. 

Off she slung downstairs, as quiet as a ballustrade, pawing the pinecones
and sucking the fake snow right clean. She sniffed the pretty boxes, than 
she clawed at the Christmas cotton till she ate the camel whole.  Like an
expert at reduction, she cleaned the stable out, sat on biggy Santa, then
went into the kitchen in search of something nice.  She saw something real 
shiny over the counter by the dish.  And there went soli-diamond, the only
memory rift.  She guzzled all the dripping tea from the teetering coffee pot,
and when she had the liquid in, she peed right on the spot.  

I dreamt that night that Santa left Ms P a little rat  
but my smile froze when I arose and found "Ms. Demon Cat"  
asleep beneath a balding tree, with a fur ball in my hat 

Drat Drat Drat!!!

ps. This is totally fiction, by the way, xxx

November 18, 2015

Copyright © Mystic Rose

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Cats and Christmas Trees Contest

Cats and Christmas Trees Contest
Sponsor:  Mary Oliver Rotman

I remember back in 1986,
I was only six years old.
I've heard so many versions,
But the truth must be told.

My lil' kitty Daisy, 
Was literally crazy,
Sometimes a lil' lazy,
Never ceases to amaze me.

We had a real Christmas tree,
Not an artificial green pine,
The needles so pricky,
Could send chills up her spine.

She sat and starred,
At this one small ornament,
I made it for my grammy,
Almost caused an argument.

I continued watching her,
Began at the skirt of the tree,
Fighting for a spot,
Next to our puppy Mugsy

Hot on her heals,
She takes off quickly,
Bouncing off Papa's lamp,
Cat the brat looks at me.

Daisy sure was curious,
With a side of smitten,
I've never seen so much,
Confidence in a tiny kitten.

There she finally went,
Up and up that woody plant,
Roughly clambers it,
Her paws start to expand.

Knocking pine needles off,
Chewing on the tinsel,
Mommy tried everything,
Wouldn't come when she whistled.

Cats seem to be hard-wired,
Ancestors ruining tree's,
Complete feline fascination,
Out on a tangent spree.

I need to go get rosemary,
A safe cat repellent,
If I hurry very fast,
It may be a good deterrent.

As she decides to decline,
The look of fear on her face,
Too scared to climb down,
Thinking it's not very safe.

But who was there to help?
I was only six years old,
I'd do absolutely anything,
And that's how the story is told.

After everything is over,
I read a wise phrase quack,
"You can take the cat out of the jungle,
But you can't take the jungle out of the cat."

Written: November 17, 2015

Copyright © Laura Urbaniak

Details | Rhyme | |

Santa Claws - for contest

Santa “Claws”

it was bitterly cold
the tree lot that night
as I loaded our tree
tied it up really tight
drove through wet streets
the windblown fresh flurries
past the slow moving cars
in this season that hurries
pulled into the driveway
to the family’s applause
a much muted version
of that for the “Clause”
Carried the tree in
cut all the twine
stood it up straight
to let it unwind
mixed up a warming
egg nog with some rum
never expecting
what was to come
A shreik and a scurry
a “Dad – Come here Quick!!”
it seemed that the tree’d
played a horrible trick
something was moving
emitting low growl
each time it moved
the children would howl
seems that the heat
the light of our home
awakened the beast
caused it to moan
climbed amid branches
sticky thick sap
upset we had woke it
from its cold winter’s nap
and so there we waited
with baskets and net
and towels in case
it came out all wet
As slowly the growl
softened to a mew
two eyes peeking out
on surroundings quite new

The children all gasped
as it fell from the tree
rolled in a ball
out on to the floor
sprang to its feet
took off in a blur
jumped into the box
with the bulbs and the tinsel
bellowed the song
a high pitched old minstrel
tangled in wires
covered in bows
two greenish eyes
one little pink nose
four little paws
in a “What the heck” pose.
So shake out your trees
for this story is written
of how we brought home
our first Christmas Kitten.


submitted to – Cats and Christmas Trees – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Mary Oliver Rotman

Copyright © John lawless

Details | Free verse | |

Kitty, Kitty Cats and Christmas Trees

Kitty, Kitty Kitty, Kitty Oh sweet, snuggly, cuddly, pretty bundle of joy Full of mischief that gets you into trouble, my furry fur ball A kitty-cat that desires so much loving and attention Affectionate and my shadow when you desire Play toys you see small and large As real as you and me You love to play hide -seek, But your favorite toy is the part of nature that has moved in Another play toy you see with those big green eyes That nose wiggles to take a whiff Another scratching post with the scent of pine With movement of shimmering light adornment that garnish that beautiful toy of yours Like a mouse running and jumping from limb to limb that looks so as real as you and me Tempting for you to swat and play That mouse that entice your nature’s instincts to plan of ways to chase Kitty, Kitty Oh sweet, snuggly, cuddly, pretty bundle of joy Full of mischief that gets you into trouble, my furry fur ball Sitting far, far away from the tree, looking innocent as can be Oh! No! You've toppled the Christmas tree and scattered the broken ornaments all over the floor! Frosting paw prints smudges on my countertops and floor! What kind of games do you plan to play when my back is turned? 11/20/2015
- Poetry Contest : Cats and Christmas Trees Sponsored by: Mary Oliver Rotman

Copyright © Eve Roper

Details | Free verse | |



                                             you fill 
                                        me with such 
                                     pleasurable delight
                                  :::but touch not that:::
                               ::ornamental candle light:::
                            :::an electric shock you'll get:::
                        :should you chew, my beautiful tree:
                      ::::::would darken because of you.:::::::
                   :::::::::::the shiny baubles glisten::::::::::::
                 ::::::::::::::and are not to be pawed::::::::::::::
            ::so come down and chase some wool if you're bored:::
          :::::your alluding  to climb further but must surely stop:::
        :::::::for the fairy you are seeking ..sits at the very top::::::
         b b b b b b b                 :so come:                   b b b b b b b  
                                            down from
                                            there, and
                                            ::I mean:: 
                                            :right now:
                                  ::::::::::::: :::::::::::::::
        Don't look at me with big round eyes , and say " me how ? "

Copyright © Ian Guyler

Details | Triolet | |

Cuddly Cat Ate The Christmas Tree

Cuddly cat ate the Christmas tree.
(This was only a tacky one.)
Suddenly, he jumped off my knee! 
Cuddly cat ate the Christmas tree.
He has big tum, evidently.
Baby watched him, sucking her thumb.
Cuddly cat ate the Christmas tree.
(This was only a tacky one.)




Contest -  Cats and Christmas Trees

Sponsor - Mary Oliver Rotman

Copyright © Julia Ward

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Revenge Can Be So Sweet


			Revenge may not come easily
			if you're a cat whose foe is man.
			To get back at the children's dad,
			I had to have a perfect plan.

			He's always aggravated me
			and had great fun at my expense.
			He plays mean pranks and makes me mad.
			To see him coming makes me wince.

			At Christmastime I'd have my chance.
			I'd make use of that big green tree,
			with its bright balls, both large and small,
			some high, some low--a sight to see.

			One day I ran in right behind
			the kids. I'm slick! They never knew.
			I started playing with those balls,
			the bottom ones with light red bue.
			My mark was inches from the tree--
			a bare foot on a sleeping foe.
			Just as I'd planned, I then attacked
			that couch potato's big pink toe.

			He jumped straight up and screamed at me.
			He said--well, you don't want to know!
			The children came to my defense
			while Daddy nursed his bleeding toe.

   			"Gosh! Big toes might resemble light 
   			red ornaments to Fluffy, Dad.
   			She innocently got confused.
   			She doesn't know HOW to be bad!"

			Dad learned his lesson; that's for sure.
			At least he doesn't pick on me.
			I'm grateful for sweet kids and things
			that dangle from the Christmas tree.



Copyright © Janice Canerdy

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Cat Paws

 As the the lights glistened on my Christmas tree
 My curious cat came near
 He seemed content to sit and stare
 Or at least  so it did appear

 But when his curiosity got the better of him
 He took a swipe at an ornament
 His paw got entangled in the wires
 As he snarled to show  discontent

 But the more he tried to free himself
 The more entangled he got
 I tried to calm the feline down
 But soon I was also in a knot

 It wasn't long before we tumbled down
 Christmas tree and all
 I managed to get up after the fall
 Only to see my cat running down the hall

 Now when I decorate the Christmas tree
 My cat stays far away
 I guess I'll have no more catastrophes
 Unless  Santa Claus gets stuck in the chimney!

Copyright © Joseph May

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Feline Felicitous on a Christmas Tree

Once upon a time, in a land far away,
There was a prince with a Kitty Cat
(Or so the stories portray)
Who would often say, "Meow,"
Which is how kitty cats say,
"There's a forest growing in the living room!"

Now princes in magical kingdoms know
How to speak many languages
Frazil, German, Arabic, and Cat, so
It should be no surprise that our hero knew
That to a cat, a tree in the house is a forest, although...
It'd been forever since seeing a tree such as this!

"Meow!"-- "I know!" our hero exclaims,
"It's a Christmas tree! And soon presents will be
Arranged around it's base with our names!"
"Meow?" The plaintive query our kitty asks,
"How will you eat those awful fruits? It's a shame..
They're shiny and pretty, but they break easily!"

Kitty Cat went on, batting as he spoke,
"With so many trees to grow inside, this one has been infected
With lights that shine many-coloured without smoke,"
Though others in the room only heard "Meow meow," as expected.
"The candy canes-- they're peppermint!-- but the rest do not poke,"
Said the prince, "They are memories of Christmases past."

"MEOW!" said Kitty Cat, but the prince heard... this:
"Look what I can do!  I can climb and hide!"
And clawing his way up the tree, Kitty Cat found bliss!
"Here it's warm, inside smells nice! I think I like
This forest inside!" Meowing on, no thought remiss,
Kitty Cat found his way to purr, knocking down baubles all along.

"Get down here," the prince did demand
"You're breaking the ornaments!" --"Meow?"
"Yes now!  We worked very hard to decorate, make it stand
Straight.  To light its branches with hope and love!"
And Kitty Cat obeyed the prince's command,
He came down, in wonderment, he looked as prince's boyish face.

In apology, Kitty Cat did purr,
Rubbing on his boy's leg and showing love
The way only cats know how, by gifting him fur.
And the prince smiled, for love and hope
Are all Kitty Cat knew. He lived here, near the conifer,
But only in the now, and never aware of what was or would be.

Batting softly, exploring this tree inside
Kitty Cat was lost in wonder, with the prince's presence.
"Look," said the prince, "Outside there's SNOW to ride!"
"Come on, Kitty Cat!" And grabbing his sled, outside he fled,
And Kitty Cat's meow behind the prince cried,
"But that's the sky-sand that turns to WET!"

Copyright © Matthew Wetter

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I wouldn't take in any cats that scratch and fret, 
even if they gave me them for free and begged;
wild and mean Rusty was my first and only cat:
I hated when his flaming red hair started to shed.

Man crazy things he did when he was left unattended,
he scratched my couch and torn my leopard pillows;
he made me scream, but he looked at me and meowed
as if I would pick him up and pat him as I had always.

The worst thing he has ever done that really made me so mad:
was when he shook my pretty Christmas tree and started to run;
all the golden baubles fell off its branches and shattered,
I grabbed him and put in a bird cage until he calmed down.

The carpet was the scene of a mess, shattered glass on the wrapped toys,
he stood on his claws shaking and quietly stared at me with very soft eyes: 
apoligizing for his bad behavior, for the first time he seemed a different cat;
I picked him up with immense tenderness forgetting he had been such a brat.

Copyright © Andrew Crisci