Warm scents of pancakes draw him to the kitchen,
But he's too aloof to accept crumbs from me.

Instead he brushes past my leg several times,
Then settles down to the window--

Ostensibly to birdwatch,
But I know what he really wants is to be seen,
To be admired.

"You can't touch me," he says with every purr.

You have to be mature to love a cat.

Beautiful this morning is.
Maybe another word for serene!
The sun is lambent.
Embraced by those cotton *****.
This irregular arrangement makes it prettier.
Just like life.
Here I birdwatch
I realize how awing they are.
They are the morning alarms.
Where this perennial twittering wakes up the world;
Commands to do something new
Something different;
This new morning compels you to endure a hope!
A hope to to reach those heights where the sun always shines
How beautiful this morning is! :)