I had a little lodger
who was really quite a dear.
He came to stay for Christmas
but was still here in New Year.
 
He brought his chair to rest upon
and rugs, one blue, one red,
but when he needed to relax
he much preferred my bed.

 I think he was quite sad to leave
for I would be alone,
but he had to face the awful truth
they were needing him at home!

 So now the windowsill is clean
and there are no hairs on the mat,
and I only have the memory of
one dark grey tabby cat.

Joyce Eaglestone.