‘Twas the hour before dinner time
‘Twas the hour before dinner time, when all through the house
Nothing was ready to eat, not even a mouse;
The cat bowls were stacked in the cupboard with care,
In hopes that Mum soon would be there;
The cats were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of mouses danced in their heads;
And mamma at her laptop, her work on her lap,
Had abandoned the study for the kitchen sun trap,
When out in the garden there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the table to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
Down the stairs Archie came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his face was all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of fur flew from his back,
Accompanied by Oscar and Henry, the three made a pack.
He sprang into action, to his team gave a whistle,
And into Mum’s eyeline they all flew like the down of a thistle.
So I heard him exclaim, as he sat in her sight,
“Feed us all now, it’s time we had a bite!”
And this happens everyday, not just at Christmas!
Posted on 22/08/2012, in Uncategorized and tagged afternoon, Archie, Cats, cupboard, dining room, Henry, kitchen, laptop, moggies, Mum, nose, Oscar, study, thistle. Bookmark the permalink. 7 Comments.