Coffee and kibbles
I don't know what woke meI guess it was just time
The house is quiet, wrapped
in pre-dawn gray
The cat taps the door
asking to come in
She brings a draft of air
bursts of bird song
and a damp new green smell
Her tail brushes my shin
a friendly off-hand hello
Together we make our way
to the kitchen, she cat-
herding me, weaving in
and out before my feet
Coffee for me, kibbles for her
And only as I take the first sip
and she dives into her treat
do I really look out the window
The sun paints the roof-tops pink
I am not prepared for the
sudden rush of joy
the amazing gift
of one more day.
Poetry by Åsa Andersson
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Written on 2015-04-28 at 05:57




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