The Christmas Tree Mystery?
By C.L. Collar
The kitten snuck under the tree.
What, oh what, did the kitten see?
A silver ball shiny and bright,
Sparkling in the Christmas lights.
She then gave it a wee small bat.
She watched it sway this way and that.
She sat and watched it till it stopped.
Then cocked her head and thought a thought.
She looked up high into the tree.
And many sparkling balls did see.
She squatted low and looked around.
Not a soul there was to be found.
The coast was clear, branch one, two, three.
“Bright balls swirling just for me!”
Branch four, branch five, “Oh mercy me,
I am at the top of the tree!”
But then the tree began to sway.
The tree branch sort of gave away.
She sunk her claws into the trunk,
As the tree fell with a ker-thump.
She found her feet and with a hiss,
Looked all around for who did this.
Who had cut down the Christmas Tree?
This was as bad as bad could be.
Footsteps came running down the hall.
She heard them right before the fall.
She looked around, she had to see
Who had cut down the Christmas Tree.
She hissed and growled at everyone.
They all stood there just looking dumb.
She crawled from underneath the tree.
"Why are you all looking at me?"
