Two Pumpkin Cat Beds
I am enjoying a slumbering Ginger cat said to pumpkin vine.
A beautiful day it is to sleep of my jug of catnip wine.
Pumpkin vine understood and gave Ginger cat a snuggly spot.
On a warm October day when some other pumpkins did rot.
Why do you keep looking wonderful? Asked another pumpkin, Lee.
I think it is because I have become a cat sleeping berth as you can see.
How can I get that gig? Asked Lee. I want to stay fresh longer too.
Pumpkin vine did not know, but Lee became a sleeper so now there are two.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2023
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