Sunday Morning

The morning comes, dawning slowly, as I arise once more -- mind meandering, sleepily yawning, sunlight creeping through my door. My mewing cat demands a morning meal while distant church bells faintly peal and traffic sounds invade the room. Coffee briskly brews; the cat begins to groom. I grab a glass of breakfast juice -- the minutes pass as I drink it down then get the paper from the grass. I brush off the dew, read the news, the comic strips and op-ed views. My coffee cools. Dumb opinions heat me up. To calm myself, I re-warm my too-cold cup then turn to hear pure music's psalm. No rapping please -- just melody's sweet balm.