Not Even For A Mouse
My cats have decided on this blustery cold morn,
To hide under the covers and stay oh so warm.
The wind keeps howling, making them shake,
While under the covers cozy it does make.
Moving may not be an option for me
For as I stretch the closer they be.
I tried to sneak out real quiet you see,
Buy they caught on quick and reprimanded me.
We all know who rules this house
And today we're not moving even for a mouse.
Copyright © Janet Eaton | Year Posted 2015
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