There is a soft sound like a silken melody,
So angelic it belies the outside world.
An open fire crackling with heat,
Set shadowed forms dancing on the walls,
And gave the ballerina on the Christmas tree
A sense of life and a sense of gaiety.
A fat cat curled on a velvet rug,
Was still purring from a caress a hour ago,
As the big clock chimed to the stroke of time,
Attune to winds threatening at the door.