Morning Coffee
Squirrel atop the ‘lectric pole
Tail curled in an “S”
Crunching morning goodies
Contented...more or less.
I’m sitting on the top step of
The shaded porch out back
Watching lines of working ants
On their morning track.
Birds call to me from their limb
The bee is on the clover
Apples hanging, turning red
And my cat is watching over.
“This is my Father’s world.”
The song spins through my mind.
Thank you for the morning coffee
Thank you for this time.
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