As a departure from the Christmas Carols, here is last years Winter Ditty. Fairly apt as the fog is so thick here this morning, the human still hasnt found us... Winter is a coming, The nights are drawing in, The wind is whistling from the North, My rug is far too thin. Our tea is served in gloominess, And breakfast in the black, But darkness is a help to hide, A Haflinger attack. The humans lost her headtorch, And cant see where she goes, A misplaced foot means certain WORDS, When I tread on her toes. And mud is all the rage you know, So Brown is this years hue, When rain turns field to soggy mess, Its time to lose a shoe. Plus foggy days are rather fun, Mist helps us disappear, Then we can make the human jump, By snorting in her ear. But then the days will lengthen out, And warmth the sun will bring, To bask in rays of golden fire, As it will soon be Spring
Posted on: Tue, 16 Dec 2014 09:51:20 +0000
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