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* My Sugar ... I've never known a creature with as sweet a spirit. (She does this all the time). *
Underneath the Christmas tree,
My Little Sweetie waits for me ...
Warm and snug, curled on the rug,
There she found me first, you see.
Some years ago, now number eight,
She'd been there, in a kitty crate ...
Rescued from neglect, she'd come
On Christmas Eve, and very late.
All was new, the here-and-now's,
And offering what a tree endows,
Free, at last, from her rough past,
She felt secure beneath its boughs.
Soon, she'd found me, and I her,
Soulmates, (one sans tail and fur),
Still, we knew that we were two
Meant for each other, pal and purr.
We share our joys now, very much,
She helps me with my work and such,
And just because, she'll wrap her paws
'Round foot or arm, to stay in touch.
No matter where I've got to be,
She always has to come with me,
And when I'm gone she waits upon
That very spot ... and patiently.
For ever since that Christmas Eve,
Each single time I have to leave,
Quick, she'll go to hide below
The limbs that gave her first reprieve.
I strive to stretch the holidays,
And find creative, thoughtful ways,
To NOT take down the tree and drown
Her Christmas spirit, (to coin a phrase).
But still, there always comes a time
The tree, no matter how sublime,
Gets put away, and that sad day
Is one I shall not put to rhyme.
Let's just say she's not much fun,
And won't give love to anyone ...
If she can't see a Christmas tree,
Her sullen months ... have just begun.
Written and submitted on December 28, 2018
For the "Christmas Pets - Writing Challenge December 2018" Poetry Contest
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