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
chipmunks
copyright 2022 Christopher Donahue