Rose & Thorn Poetry

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)

I was working on a different poem, but I ended up with this one. This morning was not ideal for concentrating, but I was inspired by the craziness nonetheless. My cats normally run around outside chasing insects and lizards. Today it was raining so they were cooped up in my room. Trying to keep them entertained and behaved so I could work was a challenge. Snapshot of Today Toys scattered on the floor, Blanket tent stretched cross the room, The frogs are singing of the rain, The cats are restless as they play. My sister sits on the floor, Earbuds in, notebook out, Text book of anatomy spread about. Oh, there runs the cat. I sit also on the floor, With coffee in hand, Reading, writing, Breaking up the cats fighting. The youngest one, energetic orange ball of fur, Chirps then pounces on his listless sister,  She growls and I wonder when they will tire, And take a nap, surely the energy will expire. Back to work, at least I try, So distracted am ...