micropoem for the day: another Saturday morning

It’s Saturday morning. I get up early and feed the cat. She has been after me for some time. Once the cat is fed, I sit down and think about the day ahead. Saturdays are usually the day for things needed getting done. Cleaning the bathroom. Doing laundry. Errands that have been put off but now are demanding attention. Sitting there with my half filled cup of coffee, I start to doze off. Sometime later, about fifteen or so minutes, I shake myself awake and find the house in such a marvelous state.

the house is quiet
bird sounds from outside
the cat rattles paper