Cindy bought a warming Fluff
From the streetside vendor
To replace her winter muff
Left home when she ventured.
Through the long day he was hers
Dubbed by mistake “Lovely”
But when the bus did then arrive
He was thrown quite roughly
Through the air he spun and screamed
Fecal spray sent flying
Other folks caught by the arc
Made her a twelfth month knifing
Holiday anxiety
Leaves good will quite barren
Fluffies pain may be legal
But she was a Karen
Lovely landed in the snow
Blinded by the powder
Lesser Fluffs would freeze this way
But Lovely was stouter
From the violence he did flee
Through the endless white dunes
When his heart began to ache
He heard soft Fluffy tunes
Towards the sounds he wandered then
Chest working like a plow
Paved a path for smaller Fluffs
‘Neath the laden green boughs
Don’t guess at this tales end
A yard he entered soon
There were no invaders here
No young man bringing doom
The owner did love Fluffies
So long as they behave
Excrete in the compost pile
Or else it is their grave
Violence is forbidden there
Neglect, assault, or lies
Crimes are seen by camera
(Who says Justice has no eyes?)
Food is sometimes provided
A guitar sometimes strung
Formula and medicine
To the weak, aid will come
Abusers dream of hunting
Causing baby-like screams
But not all men prey on Fluffs
This cop’s ‘cides are fourteen
One defense, thirteen irate
But legal meaning bends
For this is America
~The police are your friends!~
In the cold dark rabbit hutch
A virgin mother dwelled
A breeder, via a baster
Who had escaped her hell
“Hewwo nyu fwiend!” he said
“Nu huwt mummah, babbehs!”
The portly Lovely smiled
The closest one he seized
“You make pwetty babbehs, Mawe
Buh whewe ou speshul fwiend?”
A restrained tear escaped her
Sobs from the horse-like hen
Lovely did not question more
But hugged the tragic dam
Just like that, and there was now
A father to this fam’
Water resistant daddy
Butt pointed at the door
Kept cold snow from blowing in
Muting the windy roar
But soon another Fluffy
Followed his path and scent
A little thief, this Stallion
With bundled peppermint
He shared his loot quite kindly
And although the mint burned
The sweetness earned him “Tank ous!!”
Small sweet hugs in return
Another lost soul came then
Novelty was his blight
Oversized, styled like trees
‘Neath skin, out back, a light
Brown lines tattooed up bald legs
Like trunks of Christmas trees
One more gimmick, worth twenty
Tree Fluff sings Für Elise
Now mother slept finally
The Foals chirped from their maws
Learning, matching, tree Fluffy’s
“Fa-lah-lah-lah-lah, lah”s.
The second floor, tree Fluff claimed
To hear the singing youths
And to this choir was drawn
A quite large Micro troop
Living ornaments they were,
With limbs so they could dance
Their display was sent flying
By a fight over pants
No worker cared they were free
Black Friday was the worst
Besides, these Fluffies were old
There since September first
They were quiet and with care
The sparkly ones up went
With their new bud they snuggled
Upon Tree, ornaments
Naturals, both brown and white
Groomed and hugged the Foals
A manger full of costumes
Lambs, reindeer, and sweet wolves
One more wise man left to go
To come now as a guest
(Yeah, Nativity’s low fruit
But I am not done yet)
A shocking twist! Here a meow!
What deaths will it bring?!
None at all, from this old soul
An ancient tom cat king
His time is now running low
At them he did not hiss
He will not see the new year
But does he bring a gift?
Well not exactly, but yes
Not solid, but quite dear
Because of his scarred visage
A hostile herd knew fear
A legion of Fluff troops came
This place they planned to steal
Some Toughies and Smarty struck
And became tom’s last meal
The rest cowered, Toughs and mums
The king was far too strong
But what choice did they have now?
In snow none would last long
But the cat had now eaten
Our hero’s love was much
So the herd now over doubled
Newcomers entered the hutch
But wait, where is the spirit?
Where was the promised star?
(The real one is in summer
But something plays the part)
A camera was above them
With a blinking blue light
Delivering an image
Eastward through the dark night
So who is our angel then?
Who is our holy ghost?
With family in Texas
Our residential host
Movement had tripped the alarm
Sent a feed to his phone
With a grin he watched the scene
From bed in his son’s home
Two choices now, two smart plugs
Linked to different machines
Sweet corn and feed came from one
The other, pain and screams
Thus it was that they did dine
Until the cop came home
With a grunt he got up then
And sunk down in a throne
In the dark, save rainbow lights
He hummed with them unheard
A simple thing was their shared song
But his foul mood was cured.
