The blanket was draped like snow,

Only warm and never cold

My best friends are on it sleeping in tiny balls,

Living in their dreams of large mice filled halls.

I like to sit and watch them sleep

Their eyes they do not open not even a peep.

Their paws twitch and their ears shake,

Dreaming of milk filled ice cream cakes.

When I curl up next to them they raise their heads in greeting

Then I fall asleep and join them in their mice filled dreaming.