Snow is falling all around.
There’s no birds, no cars, no sound.
No dogs are barking, no caterwauling.
Just lots of snow falling, falling.
Trees are glistening with the snow.
Plants are gone, deep down, won’t grow.
The ground is freezing, birds are listening,
All is white and glistening, glistening.
There he lies again, soaking up the sun
on our kitchen window sill, with a flower vase by his bum!
He doesn’t belong here, he just comes and goes,
leaves his mark in the doorway – it’s my fault I ‘spose!