Our precious Cat

Yard long stretched across the morning light, eyes tight shut, purring, stroked by hands in measured soothing delight                                   bites the hand softly, claws withdrawn.                                                   Velvet paws the blankets making his own bed on ours                                   this Christmas morn'.

Mouser for You to catch, lets himself in by lifting the latch.                                                 He thinks I'm his dad but with less fur, question mark tail, bottomlesspur, Lemur's striped trousers to match.                                                        Proudly tucks his velvet paws under his chest                                             vest camouflaged into bedclothed backdrop                                             colour of trees and stones.