The curtains flutter as a pocket of wind comes in wisps.
The smell of freshly cut grass and the rain
wafts into the room.
A bird chirps his morning song
as the sun breaks through a crack in the sky.
I stretch, feeling the night slide off me.
I lick my paws as I do every dawn
preparing for the lazy day ahead.
I smell fresh coffee from the kitchen,
the sign that my human is up.
Slinking from the back of the couch
to the seat,
I scratch at a pillow to fluff it.
Laying down I curl my tail around me
to keep warm.
My human sits next to me, coffee in hand.
She turns and smiles at me.
I meow back to her, saying good morning.
She reaches over to me and pets me softly.
I love Sunday mornings in April.
About the Creator
Ember Gray
Just a twentysomething Midwest girl with a story to tell.
Find me on Twitter at @embergray
Book featuring a collection of these poems and short stories coming out in August!
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