Sound asleep as he's been for a while
Laying by the fire and purring softly
In the winter he does nothing
Until his brother pats him with a paw
And the chase begins
Down the hall and up the stairs
Over the couch and through the table legs
Around chairs they fly
All the while making playful noises
They use my backpack as a shield
My iPad as a launch pad
And my notebook as a lancing strip
It impedes my ability to do homework
And makes me mad
But it makes me laugh too