Like this one:
On this Halloween, Tom has allowed me to share a poem I wrote when we had no power. I had just finished a task that no high winds, disaster, or anything else would ever interrupt and that is cleaning out the cat box.
CLEANING CAT BOXES BY FLASHLIGHT
Oh, desert-like mounds
in shadow and light
Hiding your treasures
best as you might.
We sift through the grains
to find leavings in store
Scooping the pooping
by flashlight is more
Exciting than winning the lottery?
When we're cleaning and tilling the "pottery?"
Then all is darkness
as the light is no more
Once again that scritch-scratching
a sound we deplore
When our power returns
and things are as they were
You'll find us scooping the pooping
for our royalty in fur.
Well, you have to make light of our lot in life, my friends, no pun intended..
Hope you enjoyed our treat!
--Mom Julie, Tom, Mitty, Tinker and Anastasia