My favorite time of day–
breakfast-fed cat licks his paws,
no human voices,
only star-songs’ glittering traces,
on cotton candy clouds–
gives a crescent grin,
and I grin back,
the dawn a bright-feathered promise—
crows wake with clatter-clamoring caws,
just so, they say.
A quadrille for dVerse.
Wow, Merril! From the “coffee scented kitchen” to “crows wake with clatter-clamoring caws,” love the morning you evoke! 💙
Thank you so much, Punam! 💙
Breakfast-fed cat licking its paws – this is such a good description
Thank you very much!
Merril- That second stanza says it all; this is so lovely.
Thank you very much, Linda! Thank you for the prompt.
Happy it inspired you.
Nice! Love the whimsical description
Thank you very much!
Beautifully said and shown. My fav time of day, too
Thank you so much, Beth! 😊
A stunningly beautiful poem!
That’s so kind! Thank you, Rene!
You’re welcome your poetry is always stunningly beautiful!
Thank you! 😘
ahhh mine toooo.. love this Merril! great line: “Breakfast-fed cat licking its paws”💖
Thank you, Cindy! 💙
Those crows do like to make their presence known at the most inopportune times.
Not inopportune to me. I like crows!
A glittering gem!
Thank you, Marian! 😊
I like it all, mornings are a better part of the day sometimes. I also like your hyphenated word use, especially the really clever “dream-drift”. Perfect for candy cotton clouds (I like them too, whatever they are. I think they may be pillow clouds).
Thank you very much, Jim.
You may interpret as you wish. I meant those sunrise feathery clouds that look like cotton candy. 🙂
What a dreamy morning. Your description of the moon was spectacular. The crows coming after the bright feathered promise was a clever idea.
Thank you so much for your kind words, Tanmay!
Definitely my favourite time of day too, Merril – nicely captured!
Thank you, Ingrid! 😊
The crows line is an especially good example of effective unforced alliteration
Thank you very much, Derrick.
I have never the time needed to hold on to the morning… but I think it may be my favorite time as well.
I feel the exact same way (although I have no cat), but sitting on the front porch at 6:15 a.m., alone, listening to the birds, watching the soft clouds linger above me, feeling the summer breeze. (Oh, and sipping on my lemon-scented tea.) Ahhhh. But you say/write it much better. ❤
Thanks so much, Pam.💙
I like the quiet of winter mornings, too.
A lovely poem, Merril!
Thank you, Punam!
I was very much with you in your morning ritual. Deep breath, inhale coffee, whatever is on the breeze; the quiet, interspersed with nature’s music…. Now I wanna go back to Prattsville 😉
I’m so pleased I carried you along–and that you had such a lovely vacation!
You did! And I did. And now it’s a back-to-reality thing… ugh.
That’s always the problem–unfortunately.
Did I mention how ready I am to retire? 😉
It’s possible you might have, you know, once or twice, in passing. . . 😏
He he he…. You know, if you believe it, it will come…
I’m sure it will! 😊
Sooner than later, please.
Well. . .I guess that’s up to you and when you think it’s the right time. 😊
OK, OK… not very reasonable. But within the next five years. TOPS
Unless I find something I really enjoy…
Sounds reasonable. 🙂 My husband retired from full-time public school teaching, but he still works part-time, and I still do the test-writing.
I figure I would love to do something part-time. Am starting to look 🙂
I think so too 😉
This is an absolutely lovely poem!!!
Thank you so much, Linda!
This is truly lovely, and I really, really like how your hyphens and dashes draw my attention, Merril!
Thank you very much, David.
My quadrilles tend to have more hyphenated words than usual. 😏