This day won’t need much to improve,
there’s already light at four in the morning,
I’ve got coffee, a read.
Two cats, with eyes closed and probably purring,
are rolling over the pavement outside,
catching the warmth of some early sunbeams,
then falling asleep on top of each other.
They let the blackbird be ignored
so he can sing his morning song.
How much more can a day need.
Finished my coffee and my read,
I close my eyes and am just that:
a cat or two in the warmth of sunlight.