Stopping by fire

Stopping by Fire on a Snowy Evening

(With apologies to Robert Frost)

Whose logs these are I do not know,

I love to watch them burning though,

And let the firelight warm my fur,

While just beyond the shadows grow.

My human friend can hear me purr,

I look up and I blink at her;

In amity we share the light

And warmth and peace the logs confer.

The snow outside falls cold and white,

A dreary, wet, and lonely sight,

But here inside, when all is said,

This faded hearthrug feels just right.

The fire is lovely, warm and red,

And I have recently been fed,

So this is where I’ll make my bed,

Yes, this is where I’ll make my bed.