My cat and I are curled like Yin and Yang.

He purrs while I think

And listen to the wind chime.

It always sings a different song.

Originality it natural.

Quietly I drift into a dream.

My cat is there to greet me

With more purring.

It is a winter house

Whose ceiling is bank-vault blue,

Like a sky with brown bare limbs

And branches stretched across it

To make clear pane glass designs,

And young girls bring baskets 

Full of gingerbread around

For happy, comfortable guests like me to nibble on.

My cat seems to be the master of the domain,

And proudly entertains with such majestic hospitality.

It is his house, I suppose,

And he has chosen splendidly 

Which guests to host and with what means.

And when I wake from this delightful dream,

I'm going to build a fire in my own hearth

And make some gingerbread

And invite some friends over

To help me eat it.

Originality is natural.

I learned it from my cat.

-jenn