The Horrors

Every morning as I walk out my door, I look down, cant even see the floor.. I know their there, even if I can't see When I open the door, it sets them free.. Claws hiting me up and down my leg Would do no to cry out or beg Oh the horrors I face That I was afraid was no disgrace To the coffee pot I fought my way This happens everyday My eyes adjust to the light I see two sets of eyes looking up at me in delight Toothy smiles looking more like a grin I knew right away there was no way I could win. This is how my day does begin