Little mouse sat
Huddled by the cabbage leaf
Twisted, curled, and drying;
Trying to stay warm
In the cold deserted
Garden
December is no time
To be lost outside he thought,
But Pester the cat sat drooling in
The doorway barring the way
to warmth and
shelter
Burrr
In the distance a bell chimed
The crystal sound striking
In the frozen air
Peace, Hope, Joy. Love, Share
Little mouse crept closer, hopefully,
Please?
Pester turned,and
Lay in the warm, fragrant straw.
Little mouse timidly drew inside;
Judged the cattitude
Cuddled in the arms of his nemesis
Warm
At least till morning.
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