awakened by the purr
of the little blue cat,
seeking warmth,
on this crisp spring morning
we, the little blue cat and I
take our breakfast outside
walking across the dew damp grass
to sit at the old wooden table
he, steps high, waggling his feet
me, i step deeply into the grass
enjoying the verdant, green smell
that rises,
enjoying the brief commune with
nature
enjoying the return to childhood
we sit, companionably, eating
he leftover roast chicken,
me, purlioned cocoa puffs,
my son's saturday treat,
that he will surely never miss
as we sit, the sounds of the world waking
drift past us.
windows opening, the snort and cough
of an early rising smoker, cars starting
the birds chat and chirk, and the plop
of the fish as the break the surface of the pond.
the garbage trucks stop and start trek up the street.
and now in the house, the radio, and kettle begin
a shower turned on, a bass voice sings, not well
but with joy.
now the day has truly begun...
one last mouthful of half remembered childhood
and then back to the daily grind
as the sun makes it's way past the low lying clouds
the blucat, chooses to stay, out watching the birds.