A Morning in the Spring

A little poem for National Poetry month!!!


A Morning in the Spring

the cool breeze

flows over

my bathrobe covered shoulders

as I hunch down

in the love seat

with my coffee in one hand

cat treats in the other

which I put behind my head

on the window sill

for Quiet Rustle to devour

but not before

he scans the bushes outside

for birds or


copyright 2022 Christopher Donahue

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