Sunday Morning

Sitting in the sunshine

above, a bright blue sky

drawing my mums kisses

gloriously I lie

looking at the garden

on the radiator just below

mum is in the kitchen

clearly in the flow

its going to be a quiet day

i feel it in my bones

i think someone is coming

but these are all unknowns

music on the player

i can lick away

my pensive hard one

stresses

at the start of a new day

a cat in this March morning

everything to see

mum is going out soon

and Rex is here for me

sometimes he’s a miserable blighter

but really seemingly

quietly cares

and always shares

things yes seemingly

it really is catopia

a gentle Sunday morn

just sitting in the sunlight

i think I will have a yawn