Calico arrived at the square

And circled its koi pond with care

Before hiding where she could stare

At answer to her tumbly bare—

Where like a circle-squarer’s dare,

She solved the query with fine flair,

Drawing a plan to enter lair—

With Patch up-snatching snacks by pair. ; )

Last round of trees had been left to the curb weeks ago, but Noomi’s Charlie-Brown branch still held pertinent purpose as, even in its untrimmed state, she could see it covered in cranreuch amidst company of chilled carols—a visage that salved a part of her that felt emptier most months of the year. ; )

So, imagine first the incidence

Of flying butter’s desipience.

Then, wish true by sincerest pinched eyes

Biggest bug hug in smallest surprise. ; )

“Meow, I just closed the case regarding the culprit who kept near-placing the pickle.”

“And, I had hoped the denouement would stabilise nerves that had thusly turned fickle.”

“Yet, here, again, I am pawing through suspects—one intent on incensing gato.”

“How could they have know my only greater fear is that of a brinish pomato?” ; )

Well, you see, the Santa clause states that twixt each cookie and sugar plum,

Patience is the the sweetest gift available from Yuletide’s panjandrum—

For such a regal reward will, in time, spring into both heart and tum

As a fruitful, rich rise of hoppy hope realised in Easter yum. ; )