The quiet of a morning
so still and silent
like cat paws,
treading across the floors
of my mind.

It’s a beautiful day
as the sun
crest above the horizon.
Coffee brewing
it smells like heaven.

Chirps fill the
fresh, cool air
as birds awaken
to the new day.

Dew covers the ground
like a favorite blanket
on a cold winter night
comforting you
with its weight.

Higher and higher
the sun continues rising.
Brightening the world around
me
as it burns the dew that
covers the ground.

Coffee cup in hand,
I watch
as finally the sleeping world
awakes
one creature at a time.

And the quiet of the morning
so still and silent,
like cat paws,
treading across the floors
of my mind,
one last time.