The Twelve Days of Christmoose by the Editor, Part 7 of 12

The Great Rescue

‘Twas at the height of Winter’s frigid reign

Upon the twilight hour of the day

That a gorilla raised his windowpane,

And that gorilla was our good Atay,

To let the icy breeze the staleness chase

Out of the air within his dwelling place.

The draft soon did the freshness quite restore

Within the air inside his forest hall

But then the ape found he could not ignore

The chill that with the freshness came withal.

So to his window back the ape did go

When of a sudden through it floated snow.

“Alas, another storm has just begun,”

Thought Atay as he did the window close.

“I will to my bedchamber swiftly run

And through this winter tempest sweetly doze.”

So our gorilla to his bed did make

And not until the morning did he wake.

And when the sleeping simian did rise

It was quite dark inside his home, he found,

For through the night the snow poured from the skies

Until a dozen feet lay ‘pon the ground.

Thus Atay’s window was all covered quite

By a great pile of crystal snowy white.

Editor's Note:  Find out what happens to Atay the Ape in tomorrow's special edition of Songs of Eretz Poetry Review!