Cats and Christmas Trees, For Contest
Cats and Christmas trees
A cat is instinctive
Climbs tall towering trees expertly
The garden is his haven
His and only his territory
Smart and astute he can survive on his own
Catching rats, mice and birds, presents just for me
Proud, agile and a character
Our little ginger tiger Scooby, is a part of our family
Instinctively he knows something is happening
Ears twitching from front to back
Fine-tuned hearing on full alert
He waits patiently for his prize to appear
As he sets his glowing green eyes on the huge emerald tree
They glisten with delight and excitement
Crouched on all fours he circles with caution
Sniffing every branch with every guarded step
The recognition, his scent from twelve months ago
Knows instinctively this is all just for him
His giant toy is back and can mean only one thing
It is that very special time of year
Sharpened claws cling to the branches
As he manoeuvres his way through
A tiger in the jungle climbing tentatively
The joy in his eyes, absolute delight
Poking his head out looking so cute
“I can see you!” He teases
If you try to touch him he will hide and retreat
Hidden within a ready-made forest
Beware of cute furry paws with hooked claws extended
Do not disturb or evict
You will certainly pay the price, a painful lesson
Those claws not so endearing when stuck in your hand
Glowing green eyes firmly fixed on the prize
Glittering balls too tempting to resist
The twinkling of tinsel too hard to ignore
The strands of lametta a silvery temptation
He is dazzled as the light reflects
His ears lower as he selects his victim
A sparkly dangly piece of red tinsel
If it moves he has to have it, of course
Not a kitten anymore, our Scooby
He pounces and loses his balance
The weight of the cat is too much
The tree comes down with an almighty crash
The glass baubles hit the wooden floor at speed
Deafening sounds resembling a million smashed plates
The noise too much for his sensitive ears
Poor Scooby tries to scramble out of the door
He looks hilarious
Back legs going nowhere
Running on the spot like a cartoon cat
We cry with laughter as he slips on the polished wooden floor
Back up goes the tree, year after year
Complete with all shiny objects and tinsel
We will decorate it beautifully
Take pride in the finished result
We know it won’t last
Animals, they just won’t be told
We will shout at our big ginger cat every time he goes near
But we know our efforts will be in vain
Cats and Christmas trees are a special recipe
One you won’t find in a book
Every year we take bets on how long our tree will stay up
How many balls will be damaged by New Year?
We take photos for posterity to look back on and laugh
Give our big ginger cat some turkey and lots of fuss
Look forward to the next fun filled fifty-two weeks
And fill our glasses to the brim with Christmas cheer
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