Morning Chaos


I am awoken by the whistle of a feathered friend.
The smell of coffee brewing brings me out of bed.
A wagging tail tells me, “I want out, NOW!”
And a grandchild wants hugs and kisses and cereal.


So I feed the kid, the dogs, and the birds.
Norma climbs on my shoulder for more attention
I take her off, without getting bitten this time.
And though they are silent,
I can’t forget the fish and hermit crabs,


At last,
It’s time for coffee!


Marcia Hitchens © 2002