“People
look JOLLY
today” he thought,
digging
his
LAIR in the
blanket.
“Before I’ve
rarely seen
such liveliness
and GLEE.
What
happened to
the GLOOM
of cold,
GRIM
winter days?” And
TUGGING
at the SWAG
of spiny
holly
leaves
he GASPED,
surprised
and STUNG
and wondered,
rightly
so, “What is
so special
in this
icy day
of late
December
to
CRAM the
house
with thorny
branches,
GILDED
ribbons,
balls and
pines?
For me
all days
are equal,
I BASK,
idle, chase
rats, it
may sound
empty or boring
but
that’s the
life of
cats!”