Sunday morning wake up call, a pair of paws pat my face
Up, hurry up, we need a treat and then they’re off in heated race.
Pull on favorite Sunday wear, faded sundress and flip flops,
Splash some water on my face, run a brush through my mop.
Stumblebum into the kitchen, set coffee on to brew,
Putter bleary-eyed to the place where the felines sit and mew.
By their urgency one would think they’d not eaten in days,
Their respective weights dispel that lie in unambiguous ways.
Coffee’s perked, a cup is poured, I grab my current book,
And slip outside to honeysuckle’s welcome in my sheltered nook.
Ripples slide across the lake, while a tiny lizard scampers,
My cats examine its every move in hopes that they can batter.
And I sit and sip my coffee with a splash of Irish cream,
As breezes rustle through the pines and invite sweet daydreams.