Rusty

A plate of fish, a cosy lap
Perhaps a lick of cream
To sit and purr before the fire
Well even cats’ can dream!

I’ve never had a proper home
No door has opened wide,
Or friendly voice called out to me
‘Come on puss, come inside’.

But now maybe I‘ve found a friend
Though I’m not really sure,
I dare not eat the food she brings
Until she ‘s closed the door.

But there ‘s a nice big wooden box
Put just inside the shed
With cosy blanket tucked well in
To make a lovely bed

Tomorrow I shall take a chance
(She seems so nice and kind)
To get myself inside that door
And leave the dark behind

That friendly fire I’ll sit beside
My lonely days all past,
A real belonging cat I’ll be
And have a home at last.

But there are other lonely ones
Who ask themselves ‘Why me’,
If only they would have my luck
A real Christmas it would be.