The Big Gift

The room was all murky
no human yet home
but my eyes could make out
on my circuitous roam
an unguarded jacket –
I could make a nest
spend a peaceful hour
in tail o’er nose deep rest.

I mounted the table,
performed such a leap
that I impressed myself,
and with no one to see.

I was lying all curled
in a form sweetly supine
The wind it was howling
with a voice so canine
when what should take ears
for a super long stretch
but a great rukus of tom
with grunt, curse and kvetch.

the door burst open
and in his arms laid a tree,
smelling of pine gum, fresh air,
squirrels, chickadees… for me?!

I forgot my cozy corner
forgave how it was cooled
sniffing, looking as I pranced
(sidestepping the ex-snow pools)
The humans looked tired,
all wet in their mitts and coats
I was glad to have them home
for some mutual dotes.