I ponder from this spot
It isn't cold or hot
I like that it is near
The food I find so dear
I ponder 'bout the day
I ponder where to play
I ponder what to eat
And I ponder about my seat
I ponder from the floor
Making sure to clear the door
And away from sliding chairs
Which might pinch my fawny hairs
I ponder from this spot
And more likely than not
I will find myself a treat
Somewhere near my feet
5 comments:
I think that poem is definitely treat worthy! I like to sit against the oven in the kitchen while my mom is cooking in hopes I get a drop of something.
Love,
Payton
Very nice poem, Noodles! I hope you get something for it!
Noodles,
Does this mean if I just simply sit (& pretend to ponder) that a treatable will appear at my feet?!
Love, Marlene
I like waiting by the fridge, too. My food bin is on top (sadly, out of reach) so about an hour before dinner-time, I sit and STARE at my parents and breathe heavy until they look down at me. Then I glance up at the food bin and then back at them. They just don't get the hint! Well, maybe I'll have to try this pondering thing - it seems to work for you. Now what to ponder...hmmmm... -Love, Sid.
We love pondering Noodles and we ponder many of the same things.
Scarlet's favorite pondering spot is the window over the driveway on her groovy flowered pillow.
♥♥♥
Meredith & Scarlet
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