 (Ode To Bert) ~In Loving Memory Of Bert~ How gray thou are-with velvet like fur To stroke thy back-emits a content purr Thine whiskers white, as fresh fallen snow And eyes of green--in darkness glow How thy love is shown, with a nestle of the nose And every day thou love--dost grows A loyal, plump,-------jolly ole friend In which this ode, in love is penned Thy fowl and fish---his perferred feast Thus makes thee--a portly, stout, round beast Thy milk he laps, and gaily cries A shake of his chin---and the milk flies A jingling of bells chime ---as he runs To find a window, and bathe in the sun His pleasures in life, are to nap and eat And a Saturday night bath---a special treat A solemn old soul--he is staunch and proud Yet when the wail of Jack Frost gets loud He'll curl into a ball, upon my lap And settle down for an evening nap When the dinner table's set--and aromas fill the air The old gray cat (who has not been seen all day), is now at the foot of my chair He looks at me with beggars eyes--standing at my feet And I give in (like I always do)--and give him a morsel or two to eat When thy autumn keen---into winter transpires He'll cozy with the dog---next to the fire Laying in unison, stretched out like logs Sharing the warmth of the fire, this old gray cat and dog And tis' the season of yule---you shall see This plump furry beast, nestled under the tree In wonder he lays, as the lights twinkle and glow Curled up in a ball on thy Christmas throw Aye, this old gray cat----we are truly fond With this dutiful ole boy--we share quite a bond Thy loving pal---a faithful, trustworthy boy That brings our family, much pleasure and joy. (c)copyright 2006 all rights reserved. Bert Poems The Poetic Seasons Of My Soul |