By Heather the Artist and The Storytelling Cat of Exwick
The Village Inn on Christmas Eve - a hearty drink before I leaveto climb again that long high hill above the city spires,the sleepy eyes of infants, chimney pots and season's fires.
At ten o'clock I got half way, and stood with rosy cheeks,
I heard the sounds of furry creatures laughing in the streets.
Onwards, upwards, ever higher where feet of deer and kitty paws tread softer than the tyre.
At twelve I paused to catch my breath and contemplate past times,
I thought of all the people there and listened to the chimes.
And as I gazed out o'er the hills, it looked so very pretty
while snowflakes fell and kissed the ground, that I composed this ditty.
Amazing sight! I thought I might have taken too much sherry
For a host of cats in bobble hats were frolicking and merry
"With hats so bright of red and white we sing our cheerful rhyme
With purple skis and scarves that tease as if in pantomime;
We wish you health and happiness, our gift to you each day,
may kittens bring you peace this year, they're never far away".
The Story-telling cat of Exwick
© Copyright 2009. Heather of Dawnmist