I wrote this poem on a foggy
day at the beginning of November 2015. There had been
bright sunshine for a number of days and my cat
Squeaky would sleep on a cupboard in front of the
window basking in the warm autumn sun. But the
sunshine didn't last and was soon replaced by cold
fog causing her to sleep by the heater instead. I
wrote the poem spontaneously without worrying too
much about rhyme or structure. I could tidy it up but
I don't like to alter poetry too much.
Squeaky where did the sun go?
High way up there in the sky,
While we shiver below.
you bathed in all its rays,
Warming your shiny fur,
As you purred while you lazed.
head around the net curtain,
You watched the birds that go tweet,
All part of your plan.
But alas you
have to slumber,
In front of the radiator,
But it's for the sun that you hunger.
Maybe it will
As the clouds part and fog lifts,
For this is something we both yearn.
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