It’s like a dream opened before them.
Rumi is rolling in fresh snow,
Saqqara is on the hearth.
She doesn’t mind the cold though.
A new blanket of white covers everything,
It is time to play! Balls! Sticks! Mom’s shoes!
Chunks of ice! If it can be chewed…It’s a toy!
Running around outside… Until… Whoops he slipped!
Sitting inside is fine for some though, Saqqara’s not going out there.
Red, black-grey, white cat, on the couch, this is life.
Humans give her everything, when she meows for it, if she’s bored, just go to the window,
and watch the blundering little ones play with the Golden Retriever, Rumi.
When white is the color and ice is on the ground,
when kids are playing outside, and it’s cold all around.
The warmth of these two keeps us going.
Never give in, according to the dog,
but fall whenever you can.
When white is the color and ice is on the ground,
when kids are playing, and it’s cold all around.
The warmth of these two keeps us going.
Always relax when you can, according to the cat,
but always live paws on.
