Wait.... you forgot to add the rest..
The seventh cat arrives to find
a spot warm and cozy
snuggled close to mommy's ear.
Downstairs on floor so cold,
the dog quickly paws the air,
deep in rabbit dreams.
The eighth one, not one to be late,
jumped and quickly shoved
to find his cozy place,
while number nine was just
in time to claim daddy's pillow.
Downstairs on floor so cold,
the dog rolls over and continues dreaming.
This poem is not complete
if we did not meet
that sneaky number ten.
Curled up downstairs in mommy's chair,
enjoying the last of evening's fire.
The embers now long since dead,
his cozy spot grows cold.
A plan is hatched and he stirs himself
to find the perfect place from which
to carry out his deed.
A mantle perch, his target in his sights,
number ten prepares to launch himself.
A perfect landing, squarely on Dog's
sleeping form.
Loud barks and resounding yowls
quickly wake the sleeping mass upstairs.
Chaos begins as all scramble to reach
the sounds downstairs.
Mommy stirs, smiles a little smile,
and rolls over, making sure to grab
a bit more of the cover.
Nine more cats and Daddy are added to the fray.
Peace and quiet finally meets the ears
and Dog curls up once again.
The furry troop scamper up the stairs
with Daddy in the rear.
The bedroom finally reached
and his side the goal,
Daddy spies number ten.
He's curled up warm and cozy
on Daddy's side of the bed.
As Daddy shoves and wiggles to reclaim his spot,
he swears he hears Mommy giggle.
Very cute poem, GeoffC. I just couldn't resist adding a few more cats to the group.
