Cold Weather Poems About Cats

OPEN  LAP  SEASON

In December,

we are hunted

by a lap cat.

Rather fat.

Summer laps

are tolerated

and reserved.

Preserved.

But on frosty days,

We are stalked and eyed

for a proper fit.

If we sit.

How frightful!

How delightful.

Warm Spots on the Earth

Like cats, we

seek warm spots on the earth.

Sunny window sills,

and silent car motors--

unlikely places

where we can rest

secure,

with eyes closed.

You,

my friend,

have been my warm spot

on the earth.