The air fills with the smell of buttermilk
biscuits and sizzle of patty sausages.
The whistling song of the red breasted robin undercuts the sizzle.
The rest of her orchestra accompanies her.
Crickets chirp, squirrels cheep,
and the blue jay tweets its solo.
They serenade their audience with
Nature's 9th symphony.

As the aroma of morning breakfast seeps into the living room,
the children stampede, ready to savor the sweet home cooked meal. My sister tells me good morning and hugs me.
I fix her food first.

After I feed the rascals, I sit back in my cushioned chair
and place my plate of biscuits, eggs, sausages, and syrup on the wooden table.
I enjoy my cooking as I listen to
Nature's concluding sonata.
The rising sun warms my arm
and signals this will be a wonderful day.