A little poem from Freedom Freeda’s point of view.
Oh, frosty friend upon the floor,
You glisten like a morning star—
A perfect cube from ice so pure,
Chilled delight, my canine cure.
I nose you first with careful sniff,
A curious, cold, intriguing gift.
Your crystal touches upon my tongue
Is magic, though I’m young and sprung.
You crackle gently ‘Neath my jaw,
A frosty crunch I always saw
As sunshine’s twin in winter’s mold,
A fleeting treat in heat and gold.
Oh, ice cube, melt me with your charm,
A cooling balm against the warm.
When you dissolve, I raise my head:
“Encore!”—for more delight ahead.
From doggy heart to chilly soul,
My tail wags in delightful toll.
You vanish quick—but oh, what joy!
A sparkling snack for dog and boy.
Thank-you for reading.
Much love and Light,
Brenda Marie Fluharty
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my cat Greysi love ice
Wow, I learned something new. I had no idea cats like ice, too. I wouldn’t think a cat would eat ice.
she was no ordinary cat. she would play fetch with me with balls. no shit. fetch. i miss her very much still. she died of cancer a few years ago.
Aw, she sounds like a really cool cat. She was definitely one of a kind.