A Tabby in Winter
I know that it’s confusing; I know it’s really weird
But winter has arrived again, my old greybeard
We’ve had this conversation at least twenty times before
The weather is the same outside every household door
I’ll tell you something else that’s oddly passing strange
It takes more than thirty seconds for a season’s change
Letting you out now, sir, you’d only meet your death
You’d freeze beneath that hungry coyote’s breath
Get off the counter! Don’t shred the couch!
Use your litter box! Don’t be a grouch!
Go groom yourself, curl up and try to get more sleepBecause out there, my friend, the snow drifts are so deep