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The Nativity Cat

 

In a draughty manger long ago,
A baby was born in the moonlight glow.
A donkey he had to warm his head,
The sheep's warm fleece made up his bed.
The cockerel gave his proudest crow,
But it was the cat who warmed his little toes.

His saintly parents tended close,
A soft warm blanket kept him clothed.
Above their heads a star did show,
But it was the cat who warmed his tiny toes.

Three men arrived, so wise and giving,
And what they brought was more than fitting,
Gold and incense, bright and sweet,
Myrrh, a treasure for him to keep,
But the cat gave warmth to his little feet.

The mice humbly shuffled beneath his bed,
Sniffing out crumbs dropped from the bread,
His parents shared with their honoured guests.
The dog he guarded as he did best,
But the cat stayed sleeping quietly,
To keep the baby warm and be,
close to his tiny little feet.

Aoife McCann (who also drew the lovely illustration)

 

 

 

One Cat is Company

"One cat is company.
Two cats are a conspiracy. 
Three cats is an attempted takeover.
Four or more cats is a complete coup!"

Shona Steele (Australia)