Poem for her 727

Dear Readers,


The morning

There the soft fog on street
The Blonde tabby looked out
The day was just edging up
Pillow meowed
I touched your paw
Licked your left ear
The smells of wood smoke and tea
The Flowers in the vase giggled
Metal petals sang a song
Sweet Nothings drifted around
Their whispers soft
We love you
We love you
They said each time one soaked into you
Making your ears twitch a bit
There was a purr on my breath
Long slow rrrrrr near Pillow
The walls sighed
The front porch swing said
Come see me soon
The plate near the eggs said
I like sunny side up today
The two cats got out of bed
We strolled out
Breakfast making time

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.