Cosy
The cat sits purring on my lap,
the fire gives out a cosy glow.
My favourite book, a little nap.
The cat sits purring on my lap,
and I, in softest blanket wrapped,
snug in my chair, rock to and fro,
the cat still purring in my lap,
the fire still cosy, still aglow.
the fire gives out a cosy glow.
My favourite book, a little nap.
The cat sits purring on my lap,
and I, in softest blanket wrapped,
snug in my chair, rock to and fro,
the cat still purring in my lap,
the fire still cosy, still aglow.
This poem is copyright (©) Jacqueline Shirtliff 2026
About the Writer
Jacqueline Shirtliff
Jacqueline is a poet and primary school teacher on the Isle of Man. One of her favourite things is helping children to love poetry and reading and encouraging them to be writers themselves. She lives in a rose-covered cottage near the sea and enjoys gardening, crochet, and playing the tuba and harp, but not all at the same time! You can read some of her other poems in The Caterpillar, Tyger Tyger, Northern Gravy, The Toy, and Little Thoughts Press.
