A Divine Morning
 
I walked out on the balcony this morning
 to douse the thirsty yaupon holly.
I stood gaping in surprise for there you were
 covering the pear tree, all white and fluffy.  
Is it time for your blossoming glory?
 There again you are doing your slow pirouettes on the telephone wire,
 with no thought of falling.
I turned and looked down the alley
in time to see you  creeping on your precious little paws, surveying a piece of your world with slow leisure steps.  I want to go down and scoop you up in my arms,
 cradling you like a baby.  I feel You 
want to cradle me too. 
One day, in the by and by…
One day   

-Marianne Dreyspring