You don’t remember last year, do you.
You accuse me with your look,
WHY did you not shovel MY walkways?
But you like me sharing people food,
It’s so much better than your usual fare.
And you don’t care that
It’s been on the floor already.
Christmas is coming and you get it,
Something is different,
There are bells ringing,
Things move, things sound,
It’s different, isn’t it.
Maybe it’s just that we’re in a better mood.
Maybe you’ve forgiven my neglect,
Not having cleared the entire mountain.
Cats do accept what is, eventually.
It takes you longer than the deer,
Those giant mouse friends of yours,
Who walk these hills unfettered,
And speak your animal tongue.
You miss them, don’t you.
You’re looking for them in the early morn,
I didn’t shovel your mountain,
And that’s just the way it is.
What a pain in the tail.
Now you want to go out again.
I get up from my comfy chair,
The one near the warm space heater,
Open the door and
You jump out into the night like
A great fearless hunter,
The cold black air rushing in,
I have YET to shovel YOUR walkways.