
Morning Glory
Mama tries to keep it hidden,
afraid it’ll go to my head,
but I know I’m the favorite.
Why wouldn’t I be?
I’m the perfect kitten
in glorious gold and white
with a candy cane tail
and a splash on my cheek
to give me panache.
My balance is perfect:
not too much gold,
not too much white,
perfect ying/yang
though clearly I’m a male
without too many feminine traits.
Each morning I rush to greet Mama
as soon as the alarm goes off.
Slowly she slides one hand
from beneath the covers,
braving the morning air
in her hurry to pet me.
I circle her and purr.
When I bite her toes,
she rewards my exuberance
by flinging me off the bed
because she knows how much
I love to soar through the air.
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I know it's good because sometimes I even get to write it!
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