Poem for her 841

Dear Readers,


Nap time

Curled like a cat
Into her shoulder
I nap the day away
Then she stirs
Off to crafting we go
There the yarn
Then the feathers
What fun these cat toys
I meow
She pets my head
The dreams many
The days long
Napping by her side
Furry face snuggled in close
Long hair brushed
Nap time
The fall's cool thing
Purr I say
Purr

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.