The Morning Steam
The Morning Steam Porcelain mug filled to the brim, Perfectly sugared and creamed. Left to cool, it lets off steam, As I go about my tasks. While the coffee is cooling My morning is going, And I must not get left behind. The kitten is fed and I’ve made the bed, The dishes are now put away. Now comes the hard part, The real morning start up, How do I write my quota each day? So much to do and I just have today, But I think I’ll sit outside, Drink up my coffee and count all the birds that I spy. (photo by Rose&ThornPoetry)