Upon Awakening

Upon Awakening I see you morning, curling down into my front yard like a big golden cat come to play. your paws ruffle the trees but they are only bones clacking noisily like .geese squabbling making your ears twitch. you snuffle the dried beds wanting to rub against the lilacs but they are sleeping within the grey hard branches and will not answer you. ah but there is a rose, sheltered from rude November by the cottage in a quiet spot, one last hurrah as red as berries you curl around it and purr.