'Twas the Morning of Christmas

It's now 7:45 am, and Santa, I think, just left.

As you see, he's eaten some of the homemade cookies and when I touch the glass, I can feel the warmth of his hands.

Around me I see the stockings hung in the windows with care,

And oops, gotta go, I think I hear the little ones!!!

Merry Christmas!!!!

The Cat Who Mistakes Me for a Rat

With well-timed precision, just as the cock crows, perched on the top of a wooden fence,

s(he) is ...

The Cat Who Mistakes Me for a Rat

Waiting, and watching,

For no one other, than me.

Maybe Wool Would Do?

A well-endowed green bush, seen through french doors, stands with pride on a crisp (to me, damn cold) day, where, from nowhere, the color red is peeking through its plump leaves.

Intrigued, I reluctantly and slowly move toward the bush, all the while, my body shivering and my teeth clattering.

And,

 Maybe Wool Would Do

As I parted the leaves,

Lo and behold, this beautiful flower smiled back at me.

In less than a 30th of a second, I almost felt warmth.