Cold February Morning
It's a cold February morning
clouds cover the sky,
waiting for the flakes to fall
birds shiver as they pass by.
I sit at the kitchen table
sipping on my morning coffee,
I let the cat in from outside
and he stretches lazily.
He lays down by my feet
appreciates coming in to warm,
he doesn't care if he goes out
so long as he comes in out of a storm.
My coffee is almost gone
time to make another one,
writing just for something to do
and my morning has just begun.
Waiting for the flakes to fall
birds shiver as they pass by,
it's a cold February morning
clouds cover the sky.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
Feb.13/2016
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