In Warm February

I live on a farm, life can't get any better.  
In warm February, I put on my sweater.
I stand outside and feel the cool breeze.
Then I hear a meow, so I get on my knees.
I pet every cat, from youngest to oldest.
Out of all of our cats, Pepsi is boldest.
He goes out at night, and hunts for small critters.
If I listen real hard, I can hear a few twitters.
It's usually a robin that makes that sweet sound.
(I read that neat fact in a book that I found.)
I love my farm life, it can't get any better.
And all that I need, are my ears and a sweater.


written on Feb. 21, 2011