Outside my Window I feel a wee Cal’d Draft.
A Har From The Sea A Grey Misty Sight,
As far as my Eye’s Could See,
And Further beyond The Banks O’ The Dee
A Rainbow Upon The Garden Floor, Pale?
But all the Colours!. No, Maybe More!
My mind was Open, Down to the Kitchen
I Must go,
To do a wee Bit, A Bit O’ Explore,
Will I fall Through when I knock on the Door?
Or Stumble upon a Stash O’ Gold
Long Frogotten, Long, Long ago?
By a wee Leprachuan
Who Is Galloping away, Ridding A Fawn
Maybe Singing or Constructing A Poem,
Whatevers Going on? it might not last long!
Jeepers! So, i Best Get Going i Better Nip On!
I get Down To The Hall, No Lights are on!
Then I hear a Wee Cough!, from behind A Door?
A Patter And a Scratch, the Kind O’ Sound Made From a Paw.
And a Shade of Light, Shines From Under the Door.
I Hear a Meee’oow And a Crunch!
As if to say?.. “Give ME some More”.
I Hear a Soft Laugh, as some wee somethings
Are Scattered On the Floor?
And the Old Soft Voice Whispers,
“Thats your Lot” You’ll Get No More”
And with that, i See My Grandad, as i open the Door
Patting a Wee white Cat Who’s Sitting Munching
And Purring! Upon The Kitchen Floor!