Mornings
by Catherine D. Cline.........................................
Through the window comes dawn's early light.

Turning to day, that which was night.

A velvet paw placed on your head.

Requests you to please get out of bed.

As she tries to pull the covers down,

You peek out from under, with a small frown.

"It's only 4:30 you silly girl!"

And she gives you a cry, and turns with a whirl.

And like a strong hunter, she jumps at your feet,

As you move your toes slightly, under the sheet.

"It's time to get up!" she cries.

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