Good Morning

Good Morning

In the sink the cat’s dish gets a swish.

The dregs need rinsing

from yesterday’s coffee.

The kettle needs filling.

The pilot light clicks then whooshes

 into flame, and turns the copper bottom red.

In the tub, three minutes for the sponge bath end

just in time for the kettle’s whistle.

Damp feet step gingerly beneath a bath towel.

The filter sits in the cone,

the cone on top of the carafe,

 the coffee, one half cup, in the cone.

Steamy the water that falls on the coffee,

then the scent of beans

The cat begins to eat

 The day can now begin