Posted in Double Choka

Morning Thoughts

Painted rock says Welcome with bird singing

I arose early

But not before the sun

Opening the blinds

Revealed a gray squirrel

Burying his treasures

In my plants, (little rascal)

As the coffee perked

I watched events unfold

Sleep would’ve hidden from me

Maintenence man

Digging up the dead bushes

In my back yard

Birds chattering at stray cat

Cars passing by as

My little corner of world

Awakens to another

Day of life, unknowing what it

Will bring, we all grasp it with hope

Double Choka