Morning Song

Sun in  kitchen
Casts shadows and lines
Door knob glistens
Drawers open
Floor tiles glare
Biscuit boxes
are timid on the shelf

Bare feet patter about
Hands do what they
are supposed to do
Pour coffee, 
hold mug towards lips to sip
Take out fruit, slice
Pour oats on bowl
Place wooden scoop
 then feed 

And in the garden,
Birds sing
a welcome song--
"Morning has arrived."



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