abby

 
As we sit here and wait
perchance some one will call;
then perhaps they're too busy
for us two after all;
so you sit and preen
as I sip my tea slowly;
with eyes closed I can dream,
my sweet precious abby,
perhaps some one will come
to visit and chat;
tho we two aren't much fun
so not much chance of that,
still we each have the other
you precious old cat
while i sit and dose 
and you sit and scratch;
oh this porch is so creaky
and tis windy as well
and my chair rocks so slowly
as tolls distant bell
for time departs swiftly
and night chill fills the air;
cool darkness surrounds us
my warm shawl we will share
while waiting for someone
who knows not we're here.
 
coralatlas