Santa Paws
A light snow was falling
when Santa Paws came calling.
Me-ow, I heard her softly
sing
landing on our old porch
swing.
With fur silver as Moonlight,
she was quite a lovely sight.
Dad said, “Not another
stray!”
Then agreed, she can stay.
He could not resist a present
given,
tangled in weatherproof
tinsel and ribbon.
Yet vowed as he set her free,
Next year, no decorating the
outdoor tree!”
Alice Couch is a retired
nurse’s aide who spends her days playing with her dogs, Nibby and Squeakie,
while writing poetry for her three children, four grandchildren, seven
great-grandchildren, and four great great-grandchildren. One of her stories published in Living
with Children. She studied yoga and Buddhism and has a gift for blending
the rational approach of the Western mind with the deep spiritual wisdom of the
east in her poetry. She was named Noblesville’s Senior Poet Laureate in 2012.
LOL, love this heartwarming piece
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