Pawprints in the Snow (51)

there are pawprints in the snow
trails across lawn and deck
as if the cats were used to blankets
of wet white powder over their paths

temp enough for a light drizzle
the cat prints melt into saucers
small brown and green circles
lined up as if for tonight's buffet

there will be no piled high plates
tonight, no over-indulgent display
(though I will miss the petite-fours
and strawberries in devonshire cream)

instead you dine on fried tomatoes
homemade cheddar and peanut butter pie
giggle from supermarket bubbly
when the ball drops in new york city

sneeze as stray cats draw their paws
across frost frozen window panes
and too much champagne and sugar
fall asleep before midnight arrives

come morning there may be fresh snow
but you will sleep until snowbirds and mice
greet the new year with their poetry


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