The cat and I sit
One room over, while you sleep.
Morning breaks sweetly.
The cat and I sit
One room over, while you sleep.
Morning breaks sweetly.
Love is waking up
To the smell of hot coffee
Knowing he brewed it.
Crisp December first,
Soul having flown suddenly
From the still badger.
Sun kissing bay clouds
Beauty of night turbulence
Soft awakening