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| Mystic |
Later that night
when all was quiet in our house;
when not one was stirring, not even a
mouse.
When both were snoring upstairs
in their pits,
I crept down the stairs and shredded their festive gifts to
bits.
Later that morning
when they did awake
I was fast asleep in dad’s armchair, innocent I state.
The Christmas tree had fallen, crashed all on
its own;
its glitter and balls were everywhere,
adorning our Christmassy home.
When dad did see,
he gave off a sigh,
I speedily meowed, “Don’t look at me,
twas that buzzing
fly!”
After breakfast
when all was put right,
I nestled on the old man’s lap, purring,
“Same time,
tonight?”
